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Safe, Meaningless ChitChat before a Ball (Not THE Yule Ball, but two years later. a spin off of a sequel of a not written fic)
In the bathroom, at the ground floor, the two girls met in front of the mirror. Parvati was studying herself critically. Though, nothing was left you could ever criticise: she was beautiful. Pansy lighted a cigarette, mindless. She smiled.
Pansy: "I see you are ready for your conquers."
Parvati: "I can't figure out what you might ever mean, Parkinson."
Pansy: "I was simply observing, impressed, your battle dress, revealing so. innocently. the prize for the winner."
Parvati: "I am glad you praise my taste. Your dress too, is not that bad."
Pansy: "I wonder if you are aware. The Great Hall is full of. roses. But for him there is only one flower, anyway. It's a pity. I saw more interesting flowers, but he cant see them."
Parvati: "And I'd be that flower? So endearing."
Pansy: "You know it perfectly, I am afraid. And you, so patiently moving, you could make him bear anything. Even you, leaving him. And you being silly, but this is my humble opinion."
Parvati: "Who are you talking about?"
Pansy: "You know whom. Someone who looks at you dancing with another boy, and still craves you. How did the poet say? 'I wish to battle with you as to drink when I am thirsty.' Right words, indeed."
Parvati: "I am impressed. You read something besides cheap magazines? Anyway, poetical girl, no, I have no idea of what you are talking about."
Pansy: "Oh Parvati, don't play with me. It is just you and I here."
Parvati: "It was. him, who sent you to me?"
Pansy: "You would be delighted, wouldn't you?"
Parvati: "I don't care at all. The whole matter is over, and I was crystal clear about this."
Pansy: "Don't do the ice queen with me. I know very well the play of tempting and surrendering. I know how exciting may be looking at the prey, taken, but still unconscious of being taken. The throb of the surrender while you simply make as if you might loose the knot of your hips."
Parvati: "You are so vulgar."
Pansy: "No, I don't think so. "screw around" would be a vulgar expression. loose your knot. is a metaphor."
Parvati: "You drank something too heavy for you maybe?"
Pansy: "No, I'm simply sorry about him, because, after having.. picked your flower, please notice my charming prudery, he literally went mad. He would do anything for you. You could hand him a bitter potion, and he would drink it from your hands without even asking why or what."
Parvati: "Men behave this way."
Pansy: "And you feel no shame for tempting, conquering and leaving. Without. giving."
Parvati: "It so interesting to listen to your words. they told me you are a good. 'allumeuse', by the way."
Pansy: "Yes, sometimes I light small fires, and I don't care to warm myself by them. "
Parvati: "Instead, me, I warmed myself by that bonfire. But now I simply want to try another one."
Pansy: "Still playing the same game. didn't you have enough?"
Parvati: "Maybe this is just jealousy? Once upon a time you too used to go out with . him."
Pansy: "You are unable to pronounce his name? Such a shame?"
Parvati: "I am simply forgetting."
Pansy: "It is a pity. Because you see, conquering. at the end is like being used. It would have been a nice spot to relax and stay. by him I mean. At least you would have been sure you would not be adored or showed off. Nor a myth, neither a smaller object."
Parvati: "A tortuous way to simply mean 'loved'?"
Pansy: "I don't know what you mean. you see: sometimes people call something 'love'. But calling it love and stay serious, it would be impossible."
Safe, Meaningless ChitChat before a Ball (Not THE Yule Ball, but two years later. a spin off of a sequel of a not written fic)
In the bathroom, at the ground floor, the two girls met in front of the mirror. Parvati was studying herself critically. Though, nothing was left you could ever criticise: she was beautiful. Pansy lighted a cigarette, mindless. She smiled.
Pansy: "I see you are ready for your conquers."
Parvati: "I can't figure out what you might ever mean, Parkinson."
Pansy: "I was simply observing, impressed, your battle dress, revealing so. innocently. the prize for the winner."
Parvati: "I am glad you praise my taste. Your dress too, is not that bad."
Pansy: "I wonder if you are aware. The Great Hall is full of. roses. But for him there is only one flower, anyway. It's a pity. I saw more interesting flowers, but he cant see them."
Parvati: "And I'd be that flower? So endearing."
Pansy: "You know it perfectly, I am afraid. And you, so patiently moving, you could make him bear anything. Even you, leaving him. And you being silly, but this is my humble opinion."
Parvati: "Who are you talking about?"
Pansy: "You know whom. Someone who looks at you dancing with another boy, and still craves you. How did the poet say? 'I wish to battle with you as to drink when I am thirsty.' Right words, indeed."
Parvati: "I am impressed. You read something besides cheap magazines? Anyway, poetical girl, no, I have no idea of what you are talking about."
Pansy: "Oh Parvati, don't play with me. It is just you and I here."
Parvati: "It was. him, who sent you to me?"
Pansy: "You would be delighted, wouldn't you?"
Parvati: "I don't care at all. The whole matter is over, and I was crystal clear about this."
Pansy: "Don't do the ice queen with me. I know very well the play of tempting and surrendering. I know how exciting may be looking at the prey, taken, but still unconscious of being taken. The throb of the surrender while you simply make as if you might loose the knot of your hips."
Parvati: "You are so vulgar."
Pansy: "No, I don't think so. "screw around" would be a vulgar expression. loose your knot. is a metaphor."
Parvati: "You drank something too heavy for you maybe?"
Pansy: "No, I'm simply sorry about him, because, after having.. picked your flower, please notice my charming prudery, he literally went mad. He would do anything for you. You could hand him a bitter potion, and he would drink it from your hands without even asking why or what."
Parvati: "Men behave this way."
Pansy: "And you feel no shame for tempting, conquering and leaving. Without. giving."
Parvati: "It so interesting to listen to your words. they told me you are a good. 'allumeuse', by the way."
Pansy: "Yes, sometimes I light small fires, and I don't care to warm myself by them. "
Parvati: "Instead, me, I warmed myself by that bonfire. But now I simply want to try another one."
Pansy: "Still playing the same game. didn't you have enough?"
Parvati: "Maybe this is just jealousy? Once upon a time you too used to go out with . him."
Pansy: "You are unable to pronounce his name? Such a shame?"
Parvati: "I am simply forgetting."
Pansy: "It is a pity. Because you see, conquering. at the end is like being used. It would have been a nice spot to relax and stay. by him I mean. At least you would have been sure you would not be adored or showed off. Nor a myth, neither a smaller object."
Parvati: "A tortuous way to simply mean 'loved'?"
Pansy: "I don't know what you mean. you see: sometimes people call something 'love'. But calling it love and stay serious, it would be impossible."