(no subject)
Who: Pansy Parkinson, solo post. All though if anyone random is interested in intercepting her after she comers out of Hogwarts and into Hogsmeade go ahead and have some fun.
When: After receiving Voldemort's letter
Where: Hogwarts
Contrary popular belief Pansy Parkinson wasn't stupid, or the type to jump into action without first formulating a plan. That was why instead of quivering in a corner and quickly leaving to Hogwarts she waited until her other of different bottles of polyjuice potion arrived. It took her a week to acquire the potions and she quickly chose a hair from one of her cousins. She waited until dark to drink the vile tasting potion and took a glance in the mirror.
Her cousin was a handsome man even with his pug like nose. She picked up some clothes from the laundry room and inspected her walk. As hard as she tried she wouldn’t stop walking like a woman as such it seemed like the man was a rather queer one shaking his hips slightly as he walked. She took a glance at her now nails and almost screamed they were rough ... her whole skin was rough she felt like just running into the nearest beauty potion saloon and ask for a full day treatment.
Yet she controlled herself and grabbed the tools that would be needed before she Apparated to Hogsmeade to do the mission that she had been assigned.
When: After receiving Voldemort's letter
Where: Hogwarts
Contrary popular belief Pansy Parkinson wasn't stupid, or the type to jump into action without first formulating a plan. That was why instead of quivering in a corner and quickly leaving to Hogwarts she waited until her other of different bottles of polyjuice potion arrived. It took her a week to acquire the potions and she quickly chose a hair from one of her cousins. She waited until dark to drink the vile tasting potion and took a glance in the mirror.
Her cousin was a handsome man even with his pug like nose. She picked up some clothes from the laundry room and inspected her walk. As hard as she tried she wouldn’t stop walking like a woman as such it seemed like the man was a rather queer one shaking his hips slightly as he walked. She took a glance at her now nails and almost screamed they were rough ... her whole skin was rough she felt like just running into the nearest beauty potion saloon and ask for a full day treatment.
Yet she controlled herself and grabbed the tools that would be needed before she Apparated to Hogsmeade to do the mission that she had been assigned.