Pensèe, For the Fashionable Witch
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“Oh, hi. No, it’s alright, just looking.” Meaning that she forgot Pansy owned the store, and this was really an encounter she would rather avoid when she didn’t particularly like the other witch. “Nice shop.”
Pansy wandered over. It had been years, really, since she’d conversed with another Slytherin witch, everyone had dropped contact with her after the war and since she’d banished herself to hide among the muggles, there was hardly an opportunity to socialize with the elite set.
Moonlighting at Witch Weekly, Pansy knew that Astoria was dating Draco. In fact, her little tantrum at St. Mungo’s made the society pages in the paper. Fingering a lacy number, one that made her think of Draco when she’d ordered them, she turned to the younger witch
“He’s partial to green and on occasion, red.”
