Excuse me, do you have any jam?

[anon_seamus]

 His stomach roared angrily and Seamus listened, making his way to the kitchen and opening the fridge.  Three bottles of ale fell out, two of them already empty.  He kicked the empty ones away and picked up the new one.  Upon further inspection he found nothing in the fridge that he could ever hope to cook, so he turned to the counters for help.

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[anon_pansy]

Pansy was in the shower when she heard the knocking on the door, even just barely. She was desperately trying to scrub off one of the scented oils she had in her shop. She had been moving more stuff in earlier, getting everything ready for the grand opening tomorrow, but unfortunately, she had bumped her head into one of the shelves and one of the vials and landed on her head, shattering and soaking her with the scent of jasmine combined with pine. It smelled good, but only in small doses. The entire vial was really overdoing it.

She had gone home as soon as she could, starting to get a little nauseous from the strong scent and had immediately jumped in the shower to try and get it off. It seemed to be working. And then... There was that bloody knocking on her door. Poking her head out of the shower to call out, she frowned when she heard the clicking sound of the door being opened. She felt like slamming her head into the wall for having been so stupid to simply forget to lock the bloody door

[anon_seamus]

The shower was running, and he heard the squeak as the water was turned off. Seamus's first instinct was to bolt and pretend he hadn't just broken into someone's home, however easy it had been, but where would he run to? Of course, if he disappeared there was really on one place he could have gone to hide, and that was his own flat

[anon_pansy]

"You just hold it right there, Finnigan!" Pansy snarled and got to the door in three quick strides, before dragging him back inside by the collar, before she let go of him.

Muttering a quick spell under her breath, she waved her hand and slammed the door shut. She didn't really need her wand to do something as simple as that. She took a step back and crossed her arms in front of her chest, making sure her towel was still in place. She was very much aware of the fact that it barely covered her, but right now she didn't very much care. She was far from a prude.

Water was dripping from her hair onto her bare shoulders and down her back, but Pansy suppressed a shiver, her glare still directed at Seamus. "Hello, Seamus." She coolly said. "I'm pretty good, thank you, except for the fact someone just barged into my flat while I was having a shower. I am well aware that I forgot to lock the door, but I was kind of in a hurry." She gave a small, sardonic smile. "What do I owe your visit to? Jam, was it?"

[anon_seamus]

There were three things he’d learned about Pansy Parkinson in the past three minutes. One, she didn’t lock her door. Two, she had really nice legs. And three, she was astonishingly strong for a person smaller than he was.

“Ow, ow, ow…” Seamus tried to pull away, but the iron grip on his collar only strangled him harder. “Ow! Are you trying to decapitate me?”

When she let him go, he rubbed at his neck tenderly. The collar of his old T-shirt was significantly larger, which would have been great if Seamus had a second head, but it was just irritating in any other case. “I didn’t break in, I just…” Another instance where nothing he could say would make the situation look good. “…I didn’t even step inside! I just took a look, that’s all. You really shouldn’t leave your door unlocked

[anon_pansy]

"All the cards have two meanings, one when the card's upright and the second when it's ill dignified or reversed; in other words simply upside-down." Pansy explained, patient. "It's not easy to base an interpretation on one card as it is easier to connect the dots with the meanings of other cards that are laid on the table in, for example, the Celtic Cross. The more cards you lay out, the easier it is to form a full interpretation." She grinned at his mentioning of chess. "I quite blow at chess, so I refrain from playing so I don't make a fool out of myself."

She didn't really whether Seamus believed in divination or not. It was fun enough to make a small prediction about his upcoming day, just to have him joke over it. And she had to admit she doubted if Trelawney had convinced anyone of the useful aspects of divination. "On Trelawney predicting people's death a little too often in class..." She slowly said. "There's a bit of an unspoken rule that you may never literally predict someone's death. It is often quite hard to interpret

[anon_seamus]

Seamus refrained from snickering when Pansy said "blow". He didn't know whether she knew about his BJ interpretation and said it intentionally, or she just happened to say the wrong word at the wrong time. He could never be too sure with her.

"Right, so I'd need a whole bunch of cards to get a full meaning, that what you're saying?" he asked, genuinely curious. He supposed that made sense. More stuff to "interpret". "All right, then, but you'd tell me if something looks a little 'Seamus-is-gonna-die', right? A bloke likes to know these things

[anon_pansy]

"You don't really do a full reading to just determine what your day might look like." Pansy shrugged. "When you lay out the Celtic Cross, you usually have a personal question that's been bugging you, or a situation wherein you'd like to know where it's going." She cocked her head in thought, appearing to think it over. "Of course, I will." She joked, her voice light. "It might add to my personal amusement."

Pansy tried not to snicker. "And I'm guessing you would like to go for answer C and would like to run off as fast as possible." She gently pried the card from his fingers, pulling it towards her. "Actually, the Two of Swords suggests relief, a possible truce and a weight taken off the mind." She smiled.

She playfully swatted at him across the table. "You're a prat, darling." She muttered affectionately. "Well, I suppose it makes a difference that I don't claim to be a Seer. Because I don't." She shrugged again, relaxed.

[anon_seamus]

“Oh. Yeah…” Seamus said slowly. He had several questions plaguing him for the past few years since Hogwarts, but he wasn’t sure he was comfortable just laying them out for someone, especially someone as smirky as Pansy. It would have been interesting, though, to see what the cards would say about them. “Well, I definitely get why someone would turn to the cards when they’ve got questions. Sometimes the answers are just not anywhere else, right?”

Pansy pulled the card from his hands and he snorted. “Too late for answer C. I’ve eaten your food, and now I’m bound to your Underworld like Persephone when she ate those seeds - yes I know a little Greek mythology, try not to wet yourself.”

He raised an eyebrow. “All right. So what’re you calling your little business? I maintain that Madame Touloolah’s is a great name.”