RP: I talked for hours to your wallet photograph

[rar_pansy]

Date: Tuesday, April 9, 1999
Characters: Pansy Parkinson, Neville Longbottom
Location: Pansy's flat
Status: Private
Summary: Pansy has some explaining to do.
Completion: complete

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[rar_neville]

Pansy had been a little tense all night but Neville decided he'd wait until after dinner to call her on it. He wanted to make sure she didn't lose her appetite.

They sat together on the couch and Pansy turned to face him, "Didn't go well, I take it?"

[rar_pansy]

Pansy laughed. "I no longer own a vase."

"We just received some upsetting news about Oren, Neville." She stopped and cleared her throat. Telling someone, saying it out loud made it real. She couldn't hide it, when all she wanted to do was bury Oren away to protect him, and her. That wasn't fair. She couldn't- wouldn't- do that to her brother. The instinct remained, though, despite her attempts to abandon it.

"It seems he is a bit...different." It was offensive to Neville to leave it there- he wasn't a child. "He's a Squib," she said softly, refusing to become overly emotional.

[rar_neville]

He sat still and listened to her, giving Pansy time to get out what she wanted to say. It was obvious she was trying, so he didn't interrupt.

Neville sighed, "He's not taking it well, I take it? Or was it Violet that broke the vase?"

[rar_pansy]

That was it? That was his reaction? Worried about the bloody vase?

"No. Oren threw it," she said, shaking her head. "That's not really the point, though."