Muggles
Narrator: Muggles indeed! The one subject that Pansy was all to happy to talk about.
Pansy rolled her eyes. Once again, the topic had turned to muggles. In her eyes they were all a strange lot. Always have been, always will be. As she was fond of saying. She had watched them through the years if only to study their behavior patterns. One thing that she did like about the muggles in her village, was that they were not like most of the other muggles. Meaning, that they were not technomuggles. Muggle technology did nothing but give Pansy a royal headache.
She was thankful that the muggles in her village seemed to be stuck in the past because she didn't have to time travel just to get caught up with the way they did things. They even used language with slang that she understood. But, they were still muggles.
Things had changed since Rapunzel's real mother had died, and not all of it was for good. Joseph, the baker's son had lost both of his parents in one week. One to childbirth and the other to what everyone, except Pansy, seemed to believe was a baking accident. He had grown up quickly and married one of his childhood friends, Anne. Last she heard, they were trying to get pregnant.
The idiot dairyman, Jack, was currently struggling to feed himself and his mother. However, lately their last cow had gone dry. Pansy's hypothesis was that the cow wouldn't give any milk, because like Jack's father, it was looking for a way out.
As for Ella (or Cinderella as she was commonly know these days), she was trapped in her own house slaving for every other woman who lived there. All the while her own father is turning a blind eye, and had been for years. Pansy actually felt sorry for the young girl, even if she was muggle.
The sartor had actually accepted Pansy as a friend over the past years as they would barter clothes for vegetables. The sartor wound up making the finest muggle clothes and robes for Rapunzel and herself all due to the fact that her daughter ate everything insight, including the prized produce that came from Pansy's garden. Not that Pansy complained though. Rapunzel looked like a princess and she looked like a muggle picture that she had seen once of a weimaraner dressed as a queen.
As for the royal family, there was no love in her heart for them. To Pansy, they were the worst sort of muggle. All they did was go around believing that they were superior because of a title. Pansy rolled her eyes again. She hated them most, because she used to be just like them.
Turning her head to look at her daughter, Pansy got up and stretched her old muscles. Pulling dinner out of her pocket, she walked over to the table and enlarged it. Rapunzel smiled and walked over to help her mother. Taking out her wand, she whispered a heating spell so that their food would be warm.
Pansy sat down on one of the chairs and leaned back. Her daughter still wanted to hear about the muggles. "The baker and his wife are still trying to get pregnant. As of now," Pansy said with a sigh as she picked up her fork. "That is all of the interesting news in that town."
Rapunzel wrinkle her nose. "But mother," she said. "They've been trying since they got married ten years ago. That's hardly news."
Shrugging, Pansy stabbed at a leaf on her plate. "It's probably a good thing that they can't get pregnant."
"Why would you say that?"
Shoving the leaf into her mouth, she replied. "His father was a pusillanimous git of the lowest order. They don't need to be breeding any more of those."
Rapunzel twisted up her lip in a smirk that could rival Draco's.
Pansy smiled. "Of all the traits you could have gotten from the Black family, it had to be that damn smirk."
"Got a problem with it?" Rapunzel asked playfully.
Cackling, Pansy pointed her fork at her daughter. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were a Malfoy."
Her daughter's smirk grew into a smile. "Thanks for the compliment, mother."
"Not all would say that was a compliment," Pansy said with a frown.
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