Severus truly did needed a mail order service for Hyacinth Elixirs. Hogsmeade was entirely out of the way and it still looked it a bit worse for wear from the events of Halloween. Pansy would have rather stayed away from such reminders of her own past, of the things she had been witness to while her father was still alive, but her old Potions ( Read more... )

It was a bit too soon yet to be looking for stirrings of spring, but Tristan was sure he did not imagine that the wind was a tad less bitter, the air all but imperceptibly less frigid as he made mindless circuits about the lake. The weather, no doubt, was somewhat more agreeable during the daylight, but he'd been busy then, and was not now. Duty ( Read more... )

Patrick,

Louboutin or McQueen?

You know you missed me.

Pansy

( ... and pleasure a business. )

Shirtsleeves rolled back over his forearms, his collar open in the unaccustomed heat from a fire rather more vibrant than he usually laid, Tristan hummed intermittently to himself as he trimmed twigs, inspecting each before he set it aside. On his workbench rested several very small broomsticks, of slightly differing weights and properties, and he ( Read more... )

Where Miles had found the old codger of an accountant, Pansy wasn’t sure. She’d been assured he was the best though, and she would only have the best.

It was as it should be; Parkinsons always had the best - something her father had forgotten. Therefore it’d only been natural for her to fire every retainer he’d had on the books following his ( Read more... )

Miles,

I've made arrangements to meet with Mrs. Crawford. Would you advise I have legal counsel present, or do you trust me to make amends myself?

Also, I'd like to go over my family's estate and investments. However, I fired all of Hadrian's previous retainers. Is there an accountant you could refer who's both discreet and reliable?

Pansy

Pansy,

I believe I extended a mention of invitation to visit my workshop, should you be so inclined. My current residence in Yorkshire is open to you, if you might prefer a fire and company to the lovely British clime some evening.

Tristan

[coordinates to Whin Terrace enclosed]

Pansy's fingers danced a pattern where the hem of her dress ended; scandalously high when she was seated, especially considering she was perched on an opulent stool in the Blue Owl's bar.

Legs crossed, her Louboutin clad foot tapped the air as she took a sip of her wine ( Read more... )

Miles,

I may have done a few things to capture the attention of our upstanding law enforcement department. Care share your legal prowess over drinks?

Pansy

It was a full moon, especially evident in her solarium turned greenhouse. People did foolish things on the full moon, acted strangely. Perhaps that's why she'd left the coordinates on her bench in Regent's Park earlier. It seemed fitting he'd be out tonight ( Read more... )