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[the_it_boi]

Date: 13 November
Time: Noon
Location: Adrian's flat and a some random park
Characters Involved: Adrian Pucey and Pansy Parkinson
Rating: R for possible language?

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[freakedwithjet]

What with the excitement of the last couple of weeks - nearly breaking up with Perry followed by the suggestion they move in together; the attack on her party and the recent arrest of Genevieve Clearwater; fighting that stupid magical contract - Ady had been pushed out of Pansy’s mind. Well. Not out of her mind exactly but the days had scooted by so fast she’d completely lost track of how long it had been since she’d heard from him

[the_it_boi]

At some point Adrian had curled up in the chair and fallen asleep. He dreamed dreams of birds flying over head and green grass in city parks. The birds gave long speeches about the qualities of toothpaste, and the grass… well there was no need to repeat what it said. Naughty thing. Buildings grew from the ground and rose to great heights and then decayed and fell - all within a matter of seconds. Leaflets fluttered all around him like a shower of rain, and when a piece touched him it burst into flames, leaving ash along his shoulders and hair. He felt no pain, but even so his precious hair was sparking, and he brushed determinedly at the fire. From a distance drums pounded and resonated. They came closer and closer until they formed the sounds of knocking

[freakedwithjet]

Well, all told it was really quite the relief to hear Ady’s voice and know that he was still alive. With that plastering of pamphlets and the shut-up flat, Pansy had been feeling more than slightly afraid for him. Which was nothing to be ashamed of, she had precious few friends anymore that she could afford to have them disappear from under her feet and she and Ady went back ages

[the_it_boi]

“-charming scar on your arse.” she said. And of course, who else but Pansy or a member of his family would know of that little bit of information? He could still remember the night he had told her, bored out of his mind and randomly stating facts about himself that she hadn’t known before. It had been a lonely night in Hogwarts, the two of them done with their papers and reading and with nothing else to entertain them. And of course he could never stand silence, so he had begun to jabber between taking drags off of a cigarette. He was astonished she remembered anything from that night, as long ago as it had been