A/N: Written for THC and HSWW (Challenges & Assignments)
House (THC): Hufflepuff and House (HSWW): Hufflepuff
Assignment #4 History of Muggles
Task 1: Caveman: Fire
1b: Write about a house fire
Category: Drabble
Prompt: Enchanted Handbag [Object]
Word Count: 505
Incendio
It was a simple word, so much easier than the thousand other words uttered from Pansy's mouth. The flame started at the table where Pansy lit the roll of parchment she read; its contents being the catalyst of her actions.
Stallion,
I know this was a risk, but I couldn't help but write to you. Merlin, I miss your touch already, and it's only been a day. Have you told that wife of yours, yet? I won't be able to hold in this secret forever…
That was all she had gotten to, not caring about the rest of it.
The flame grew along the desk, outlining the corners and filling in the void between the lines. It was growing quickly, but Pansy was not afraid. She quickly packed the belongings she deemed worthy of keeping into her enchanted handbag. Once she was finished, Pansy sauntered out of the burning room; her heels clicked with each step she took.
Down the hallway, her hand brushed against the wall, lightly touching the portrait that hung there. Pansy remembered the day that she had bought it.
"But Blaise, my dear, I must have it!" Pansy exclaimed.
Blaise had stroked his chin in thought. He tilted his head slightly as he looked the painting over. "I don't know Pans, it doesn't look like it'll match everything else." He shifted a finger towards her briefly. "And you know how you don't like things out of place."
She gave him the most pleading look. "But darling...I want it!"
His smile was charming as he shook his head. "Then we'll get it then."
Pansy squealed in delight and engulfed Blaise into a hug. He chuckled and returned the action.
He had been right, of course, it was very much out of place with the rest of the hall; but Pansy didn't care for once. Now she knew that there was something else even more out of place than the painting; it was herself. She wasn't meant to be in the manor of lies; and she saw to it that that cheating bastard would no longer be able to live there either.
The blaze reached into the hallway, waving its heat through the chilly air. The windows were cracking and the wood was splintering after each step Pansy's heels took. She descended down the spiral staircase as the flames danced into the mahogany railing. As soon as she was on the main floor, the staircase was charred black; the blazing heat then took its waves into the rest of the place. Deep red and amber colored the walls while the flame darkened everything in its path.
Pansy waltzed out of the burning manor along the sidewalk with her robes billowing behind her and the enchanted handbag swinging with her movements. All the laughs, tears, kisses, and smiles were now tainted with the presence of another woman; and Pansy sought to purge the house of that.
Her only regret was that her husband wouldn't be in the fire to burn along with it.