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━━   hey, isn’t that GABRIELLE DELACOUR? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the TWENTY-TWO year old ¼ VEELA WITCH is a BEAUXBATONS alumnus who has gone on to be CURRENTLY UNEMPLOYED. i’ve heard they can be quite OPEN MINDED & CHARMING, but i don’t know… they came off very ENTITLED & SCATTER-BRAINED in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?   [ lux, 21, utc-5, she/her  ]

about. stats. musings. home.

pansy grew fractionally tense as gabrielle broke said invisible barrier to step closer to her - then tensed visibly when gabrielle dainty fingers ran through her own hair. it could’ve been - to some level - her aversion to people touching her. or it could’ve been the fact that a pretty girl was doing this. it could of quite easily, despite the contradiction it seemed to feel like, be both. it almost felt like she was being toyed with and naturally, knowing pansy parkinson, that wasn’t a notion that she responded well to…but… “would you do it with me?”

gabrielle stepped back when she noticed the other girl tense. she couldn’t explain it, didn’t want to think too deeply about it, but the other girl’s feelings mattered to her and the last thing she wanted was to make her uncomfortable. despite that, she kept her grin, raising her eyebrows at pansy’s question.

“you hear that, argos?” uncropped ears pricked at the sound of his name, and though his focus didn’t leave his new friend, she could tell that he was listening intently, “they think you’re a killer.” antigone said it in the same sort of tone that someone would a very good boy, and earned herself an enthusiastic tail wag. her amusement at that evaluation was plain to read, through she WASN’T judging - german shepherds had a reputation, and an unfamiliar dog making the eyes at you couldn’t be pleasant if you weren’t a dog person. “well, you’ve found the way to his heart. chin scritches are second only to whatever dog treat is on offer at any given moment. if you had a gravy bone on you, he’d happily follow you home.” 

‘i think it was more like six,” harry honestly is still a little fuzzy on the details. if anything, the fact gabrielle is a fully formed adult person is a testament to the fact it was more than two, at least. he looks down at his shirt, which harry is fairly certain was his pre-death, and it shows. there’s some slogan printed across it that is faded beyond reading in some places. “what’s wrong with my shirt?” faux confusion plays across his face but it’s smeared by amusement. he knows what’s wrong with his shirt.

“if i don’t hate you afterwards, i’ll buy the drinks. sounds like a pretty good deal.”

“god, time does slip fast,” gabrielle sighed. a blink of an eye and they were here, seven years past the war. and still its effects lingered, leaving them all stuck in a limbo where both staying and moving on seemed impossible. she rolled her eyes at harry, raising her eyebrows at his faded shirt. “that shirt is probably older than i am,” she said, always finding opportunity to pick at the other’s age, despite them being just a few years apart.

pansy could only maintain gabrielle’s gaze for so long before her eyes just had to flicker away. that game of chicken ended quite quickly. something about the way that gabrielle’s said “good” caused heat to rise up to pansy’s cheeks.  “you think so?”  pansy retorted with disbelieving chuckle, a hand lifting to brush back her hair. the other reached for her wand. “what color would you recommend?” 

despite sounding as cool as she did, the fresh rosy pink on her skin gave her away. and her inability to meet gabrielle’s eyes again.

gabrielle’s smirk got wider as she watched the other pink. she knew the effect she had on people, reveled in it even, and while pansy was different from others (in which capacity, gabrielle wasn’t ready to answer that question yet) gratification was felt in her chest when the other lowered her gaze.

“hmm,” gabrielle tilted her head, eyebrows raising as she examined pansy. she stood up and walked closer, breaking the invisible barrier that hung over them like a heavy cloth.  “what about...” she took a step closer, reaching out for pansy’s hair. “bright green?”

pansy cracked a smile at that. though, not like she wasn’t smiling already. it took her a minute but she finally set down her wand, the greatest seamstress instrument, and allowed her gaze to rise up and over to meet gabrielle’s. “have you done any color outside of your precious blondes and silvers?” pansy asked gabrielle, an abrupt glimmer of playful mischief in her eyes as she raised a brow at gabrielle. “some greens and blues? perhaps a hot pink?”

dennis allowed a soft smile to appear across his face as he absent-mindedly fiddled with his spoon, far too focused on what gabrielle was saying to eat his ice cream. he found himself nodding along, as his thoughts briefly shifted to kenneth, causing him to bite down on his lip as he returned his focus to gabrielle. “you are the only person who would want to hear dating advice from me,” he laughed, "my life is so boring!” he responded with a laugh, pausing to take a bite of his ice cream, “all i do is work and worry about everything!”