RP: Stressed

[pb_hannah]

Characters: Hannah Abbott and open
Location: Leaky Cauldron
Date: 29 March 2000
Status: Public
Summary: Hannah stops by the Leaky after her shift to unwind and think.
Completion: Complete

Comments

[pb_pansy]

"If you're tired, it's a wonder you don't go home and sleep," Pansy observed from two stools down. She was sipping a somewhat poor elf-made wine for something to do beside the foolish notions she'd had in her head about writing a letter to Rabastan or sending another fantasy to Blaise.

[pb_hannah]

"And why don't you bite me, Parkinson?" Hannah disliked most Slytherins, her especially. She was an arrogant, pug faced tramp who had nothing better to do than make other people miserable and blindly follow the Dark Lord. Aside from the pain in the ass she'd been in school, their last year had been worse. Hannah would never forgive those active on the other side of the war, especially not someone like her.

Even as exhausted as she was, she was still awake enough to be a bitch. After all, spoiled brats did get on her last nerve. People who didn't earn their place in life had a lack of character.

[pb_pansy]

"Because I'd be likely to catch something, Abbott. I'm not sure you've had your shots." Her reply was accompanied by a look up and down. Hannah Abbott didn't dress any better now than she had at Hogwarts.

Pansy sniffed. "Dear Merlin, do you work in a distillery? I can smell you from here."

[pb_hannah]

"Oh, trust me, I haven't. Why else would I let you bite me?" Good lord, who was she trying to fool in that getup?

"Pretty much. I see you're working in a whorehouse. Makes sense. Malfoy found a real woman and I suppose you had nothing better to do, am I right?" Her voice was cool, if Parkinson thought that she'd get any sort of rise out of Hannah, she was wrong. Only stupid Gryffindor men did that and not very often.

Hannah could play like this all day. In fact, it would be fun.

"Tom, could I get that shot now, love?" She gave him a smile.