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[slythelegance]

There is a tiny new girl in the mansion, looking quite delicate in her plain black dress, hair tied loosely. She furrows her brow as she silently takes in her odd, new surroundings, placing a hand on her jutted-out hip. She was just about to head off to potions class when, well... this happened. She is not daunted by the suspicious magic (worse

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[ken_murata]

And along comes a bouncy Japanese teenager who pauses when he sees her, thinking she looks familiar. "Hello!" He greets her cheerfully.

[slythelegance]

Pansy responds with a glare. "Where am I?" she asks, skipping over the greeting.

[ken_murata]

"You're at the Mansion!" He beams, unaffected by her glaring.

[slythelegance]

"What Mansion? This certainly isn't mine."

[sweariwontdie]

A young Frenchman, precariously balancing a notebook and cup of tea, notices her and pauses. "Bonjour, mademoiselle? Are you lost?"

[slythelegance]

Pansy eyes him up, sighing deeply, as if this was all so very tiring. "Well, obviously, seeing as I have never been in this place before in my life."

[sweariwontdie]

"My apologies, mademoiselle. Were you going somewhere important?" Not that it will help her, but he rather hopes he won't be the one who has to explain it to her.

[slythelegance]

"I was supposed to be heading off to Potions before I was just dropped here. This was probably just yet another useless portal stuck in the castle."

[dracoslytherin]

He raises an eyebrow at seeing her then he looks a little wary. "Parkinson..."

[slythelegance]

She's wondering why he's acting rather... different than she remembers. "Draco! Oh, finally, a familiar face."

[dracoslytherin]

He frowns slightly. "Where have you been? You look different." Or younger, is more what he means as Draco here is currently eighteen - nineteen this June. He's been here a while...

[slythelegance]

"Me?" she scoffs (she is still sixteen years old), "I could say the same for you."

[noble_rook]

The Rook, spying a new person, gives a cheerful bow. "Hello, Miss. Have you just arrived?"

Typist: Because really, wizarding types are the few who won't be completely confused by a talking chessman. XD

[slythelegance]

Typist: LOL. Too true.

Though unphased, Pansy blinks at this... chess piece. "Yes."

[noble_rook]

"Welcome to the Mansion, then. It's really not a bad sort of place, once you're used to it."

[slythelegance]

"Thank you, though I hope I don't stay too long," is her curt reply. "Who are you?"

[glacianbitch]

Karla feels a flicker and looks up from her reading. Something about the new scent sets her on edge. Scowling, she sets down her book and glides to the door. She looks out and sees an unknown girl, hand on her hip, staring around her in angry consternation. She doesn't like the girl's face. Something about her gives her a sour urge to drag her out to the practice yard and whack her with a stick.

The air gets a little chillier. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" She knows it's not really her business to question new visitors - the Mansion takes who it takes - but the way she's bristling, anything else stands at risk of her exploding at someone, and probably the newcomer.

[slythelegance]

Pansy looks up in mild surprise, her lips curling into a grin as she stands up a little straighter, haughtier, now. "Pansy Parkinson," she introduces herself, giving a mocking curtsy. "And, I hardly feel the need to tell you of my business here."

[glacianbitch]

Karla notices the change in posture and changes her own in response. She draws herself up to make the most of her small height and flattens her eyes, donning the mask of Karla the Queen, Karla the Black Widow, Karla the Witch. She bristles even more, wishing that the steadying presence of Rainier were here. She doesn't really want to unleash her temper on this young woman, but she will if she pushes her far enough.

"Karla," she says shortly, not offering a surname. She feels the mocking edge to the curtsy and snarls, baring her teeth. "You wouldn't, would you?" Maybe Rainier wasn't the right male. She needed Kaelas. Or Lucivar. "But I'd like to know." There is a dangerous edge to her voice. Queens don't rise to the killing edge, but Karla is as close as they can get.

[slythelegance]

Fearless Pansy merely arches her thin eyebrows, giving a shrug of nonchalance, enjoying her height advantage over the woman. "I do wish I could tell you, but I have obviously just arrived. What an accomodating crowd!"