First Meeting of the Werewolves' Wives Club

[freakedwithjet]

Date: November 20
Time: Just before lunch
Location: Spinner's End briefly, then on to Hogwarts
Characters Involved: Pansy Parkinson, Mandy Brocklehurst, Fleur Delacour, June Connors
Rating: PG-13, as always, for language

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[mind_over_mandy]

Of course the knock at the door would not be for her, very few people knew where she lived, and even fewer visited, which really meant no one. Against her better judgment, and Severus' as well, she had actually answered the door to a girl who looked to be no bigger than herself.

Really what harm could she do though, and she did look oddly familiar.

Standing in the door way her head tilted softly, puzzled. "June's not here. She works at Hogwarts during the days."

"Do you want me to tell her you dropped by? Or you could try her at the school I suppose."

[freakedwithjet]

Another inmate of the house Pansy had never met answered the door and Pansy blinked in surprise and glanced involuntarily up at the building, double-checking she was at the right house. Where did they come from, these residents who appeared as if from nowhere?

She shook her hair back and eyed this newly discovered housemate of Perry's. She wasn't bad-looking, with her long blonde hair, and she looked vaguely familiar in the way that people you pass daily in corridors but never fully registered are.

Pansy frowned, trying to place her, as she replied to the girl's questions. "Oh no, it's all right, I'll just head up to the school." Finally she gave up the memory search. "Sorry, do I know you from somewhere?"

[mind_over_mandy]

She eyed her warily, not quite sure what to make of the brunette standing just outside. Very few people knew where the pack was located; Severus having placed so many concealment charms and so rarely revealed to anyone where home was, or what she had come to know as home, atleast.

Had Mandy been the sort to read Witch Weekly, or even been given the chance by escaping her room now and then she might recognize the pretty girl whose face was constantly splashed across the society pages. As it was she was lucky to get her hands on a daily copy of the Prophet.

"Right. Well, she works with Professor Snape, so you'll most likely find her in his dungeons." She said with an involuntary shudder. She'd never had to fear Severus Snape as much as most students, she generally had the mental capacity to understand and regurgitate his instructions nearly to his liking, and as such was able to avoid being thought a complete dunderhead, or atleast pass below the radar thanks to other less than admirable performances. Though even grown she'd

[freakedwithjet]

A shudder at the mention of Hogwarts dungeons. Pansy smirked. Obviously not a Slytherin then. Those dark stone rooms had been home to Pansy for seven years, and despite the bare walls and flag flooring, there was this little thing called magic that made them comfortable anyway. As though the children of some of the richest and most respected (at least in Pansy's eyes) families of Wizarding Britain would debase themselves to inhabit a dank, slimy undercroft of a castle while the idiotic Gryffindors lorded it up in their tower

[elegante_fleur]

Living at Hogwarts was not nearly as bad as she had made it sound to be. An effort that was most definitely, entirely useless as Bill, himself, had lived at Hogwarts and knew it not to be so bad and was exceedingly stubborn, as any Weasley should be, in his feeling her more safe there than at her home. Fleur, however, had not yet ceased her whinging, and still hoped to find some success in this useless belly-aching over her situation