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Post by Narcissa Malfoy on Aug 21, 2009 22:00:31 GMT
She nods in understanding, she knows the feeling of being lonely as Lucius is always busy with business, or a new plaything.*
I'm sorry to hear that, I know how much it must bother you to be separated from her for long periods at a time.
*Her lips purse tightly together, a hand rests upon her hip as she shifts her weight.*
Lucius doesn't seem to mind that he's missing anything at all.
*Turns her head over her shoulder looking for Twillfit, and now she's becoming very irritated that she has been made to wait for so long.*
Look at us standing here being made to wait like a couple of paupers.
*She comments with an icy tone, turning back to Rodolphus.*
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Post by Rodolphus Lestrange on Aug 22, 2009 12:34:14 GMT
*Sighs as he thinks of his wife*
Yes we men do have a thing for pretty young witches.
*Thinks of Millie and smiles*
Then again we also have a thing for mature witches who know what they are doing.
*Flashes her a cheeky grin and chuckles as she grows impatient waiting for Twilfit*
I think we should just pick up what we require and leave the money on the counter. Don't you?
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Post by Narcissa Malfoy on Aug 27, 2009 18:00:36 GMT
*She shakes softly, her silvery hair falling over her shoulders, and looks past Rodolphus over his shoulder, her eyes falling on the store window.*
No, I don't believe Mr. Twillfit deserves my patronage, I shall be shopping elsewhere from now on.
*Smiles sweetly at her brother-in-law.*
I would suggest you do the same, we are not paupers, half-breeds, or mud-bloods, and shouldn't be left to wait as though we are.
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Post by Rodolphus Lestrange on Aug 27, 2009 18:22:36 GMT
*Nods in agreement*
No I agree Cissa dear. I have other things to do anyway.
*Opens the door for her*
I shall see you soon. Another party is due perchance?
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Sept 14, 2009 20:32:51 GMT
*Enters store, nodding to Narcissa and Mr. Lestrange as she passes them.*
*Looks through the gowns on display while making her way to the front counter.*
Madame Twillfit?
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Dec 10, 2009 4:23:58 GMT
*walks out of one of the dimly lit fitting rooms in the back of the shoppe, a half a dozen gowns levitating behind her and hanging themselves back in their places*
*stops in front of the mirror and shakes her head at Madam Twilfitt, who had followed her out and is now on her knees adjusting the hem of the cocktail dress Silvery is trying on*
No, no, no! This one won't do either! I don't like the way it gathers right here.
*points at the seam on her left hip*
What is this? Was there supposed to be a bow here or something? It's hideous!
*still looking in the mirror, she catches a glimpse of Pansy as she enters*
*thinks to herself: Well, well, well...if it isn't Pansy Parkinson. This ought to be interesting*
*not outwardly acknowledging her, she points to a nearby mannequin and addresses Madam Malkin once more*
How about the one with the spiderweb netting down the back? Let's try that one.
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Dec 12, 2009 4:51:34 GMT
*Sees Madam Twilfitt rushing to attend to a woman coming out of a dressing room. Sighs exasperatedly.*
Finally. She better hurry with that girl- I'm running short on time.
*Waits, not wishing to be rude and interrupt. Occupies herself by skimming through the nearest rack of gowns. Listens to the bossy customer's complaining and ordering. Rolls her eyes.*
Hah. Never thought I'd find someone more of a demanding brat than me.
*Takes a closer look through the rack. She recognized the customer as... Silvery? It had been years since Pansy had seen her. And already, she could feel that old familiar sense of bitter resentment churning in her stomach and boiling in her veins. She had really hoped that she wouldn't have to run into Silvery again, but of course that had been hoping for too much.*
*Debates acknowledging Silvery, but figures it would be best to attempt at starting in a civil manor. Maybe this time things wouldn't leave her more upset than she already was. Walks out from behind the rack to make herself seen.*
That's a pretty choice. Looks like one of those you can't determine until you try it on, though.
*Turns her neck to feign a polite nod of acknowledgement.*
Good evening, Light.
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Dec 12, 2009 18:27:44 GMT
*Raises an eyebrow, slightly surprised that Pansy had taken the initiative to strike up a conversation with her given their past rivalries*
Parkinson...
*nods back, also feigning politeness*
Yes, I agree.
*Remains on her guard. Even though they are both Slytherins of the same year and unnaturally alike in many ways, they have never trusted each other. They hated each other actually, and it was all because of a boy. Of course, Draco is no longer in the picture for Silvery but she's not sure if Pansy knows that yet and besides...old habits are hard to break*
You look...well.
*holds the dress in question up to the soft glow of the candles lighting the room and inspects it carefully, debating whether she should bother trying it on given that none had pleased her so far*
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Dec 13, 2009 0:22:52 GMT
*Runs a delicate finger over beautiful red dress close to her. Red wasn't the color she was searching for, but she was keeping her eyes open. Who knew when an opportunity to wear a dress would present itself?*
*Turns her head back to face Silvery, her eyes lingering on the dress a bit longer, then following slowly. Allows a hint of a smile to appear on her face.*
Thank you, as do you.
*Of course, Pansy personally thought Silvery looked just as much of a tramp as ever. Smirks inwardly as the thought crosses her mind. And what was that dress she was wearing? It was ghastly!*
*Silently watches Silvery eyeing the other dress which was previously on the mannequin. Feels a bit uncomfortable- not intimidated, just edgy. She and Silvery hadn't started off on a "decent" foot since before Draco in their earlier Hogwarts years. Sees her looking disdainfully at the dress, seeming to be wondering whether or not it was worth the time.*
One more couldn't hurt.
*Cocks her head in a gesture. Maybe if Silvery tried it on, it would satisfy her... meaning she would leave faster... meaning Pansy would be rid of Silvery's presence and have her turn with Twillfit sooner.*
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Dec 13, 2009 4:43:43 GMT
*Shakes her head lightly*
No, it couldn't. But...
*Hands the dress back to the old woman as her eyes wonderingly search for a clock. Finds what she's looking for on the stone fireplace's mantle, a beautifully crafted antique timepiece*
*continues addressing Pansy*
...It's gotten late, and I have somewhere else to be.
*Flashes her a quick patronising smile*
I believe that makes it your turn? I'll only be a minute more.
*Walks away slowly, speaking to Madam Twillfit in more hushed tones*
I'll tell you what...go ahead and box up the first one I tried on. You know, the red one with the diamond accents? I'm positive my husband will love it.
*The woman seems pleased and walks away to get the gown ready. Silvery writes out the cheque for payment and turns back around to face Pansy, watching her in silence for a few seconds...curious*
So how's Millie doing? You two are still best of friends, no?
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Dec 13, 2009 21:53:10 GMT
*Is surprised as she hadn't expected Silvery to wrap it up this quickly. She had actually thought Silvery would drag it on just to be an annoyance. Smirks politely (if there was such a thing).*
Oh, don't let me rush you.
*Looks down to the rack of gowns again, this time laying her eyes on a dark green dress of silk with silver straps and lacing in the back. How appropriate? She would most definitely have to try it on.*
*Looks back to see Silvery watching her. Raises a thin eyebrow only the slightest of centimeters. Nods.*
Yes, we are. We actually just recently got a chance to catch up.. at the Manor of all places.
*Corner of mouth struggles, resisting to form a more developed smirk. Might as well tease the conversation at little.*
She is doing very well.
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Dec 14, 2009 2:45:15 GMT
*does not miss the teasing tone in her voice when mentioning her presence at the Manor...snickers*
Of course you would meet at the Manor, that is still her home is it not? But most importantly, Draco's....
*smirks, tilting her head a little while gauging her reaction to the mention of his name*
I expect the place is full of women these days...what with Draco being single now and all.
*nonchallantly picks up a poison-apple pie scented candle off a seasonal display near the counter and inhales deeply*
Mmm...scrumptious.
*carelessly motions to the other woman, unintentionally revealing her impressive wedding ring*
I think I'll take a box of these too.
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Dec 14, 2009 4:05:43 GMT
*Nods curtly.*
It is. However, she has been rather busy. I normally run into her elsewhere.
*Laughs shallowly, but softly. Smirks, flutters her hand.*
No no. This past year I was away with traveling and whatnot. I had actually returned to visit Narcissa and help her attend to some business.
*So what if it was only about 1/4 the truth? Her confidence doesn't slip, and she refuses to let a trace of her "dishonesty" show upon her face.*
*Rolls her eyes and smirks amusedly at the mention of the Manor Maidens. Laughs lightly.*
Hah. Of course. I believe Draco will always work at keeping up his reputation as the region's most wanted bachelor. Though I do hear most of the Maidens belong to Lucius.
*Says the last bit in a more hushed tone, raising an eyebrow. Honey eyes watch Silvery's actions, trailing down to the object she picked up. Catches a flash of light reflect from Silvery's hand and eyes glisten over the sight- and size- of her ring. Her wedding ring.*
So, tell me. How have you been, Silvery. *pauses* How is the husband?
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Post by Silvery Bletchley on Dec 14, 2009 19:19:27 GMT
*Gasps inwardly*
"How did she..."
*Quickly glances down at her exposed ring, a small sigh of defeat escaping her lips. How could she be so careless?!*
*Shrugs it off. It's not like she was going to keep it a secret forever, right?*
*Rolls her eyes at her, immediately returning to catty-mode.*
Like you care.
*Shakes her head with a laugh, her eyes catching a glimpse of the dress Pansy was admiring*
That would actually be a good choice for you.
*Suddenly wonders why she's being "civil" with her. Has she actually grown up and learned how to let bygones be bygones?*
*shivers at the thought*
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Post by Pansy Parkinson on Dec 16, 2009 3:32:28 GMT
*Mocks a frown, but smiles inwardly, satisfied. Not like she had expected Silvery to give her any kind of response. And Silvery was right, she didn't care. But she was curious.*
I wonder if Millie knows? I'll have to ask her later.
It was just a question, Miss Light. Or, I suppose, neither the prefix nor suffix are appropriate now.
*Smirks a little, but unfortunately it carried a trace of one of those signature female looks- the sly, congratulatory kind. What was she doing? This was Silvery Light.. or whatever her name was.*
*Is admiring the dress, hears Silvery's comment.*
Yeah...
Wait, what?
*Glances up to make sure it was Silvery that had said it. Blank expression rests on her face, momentarily taken aback in her head.*
Yes, it's a pretty dress I think. Worth a try-on I think. I'm sure I could find a use for it. Did you, uhm, find one that suited you then?
*Even more so, feels uncomfortable. The feeling turns into weariness. This was very unfamiliar territory. Surely Silvery was up to something. Surely.*
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