A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
This is for THC/The Houses Competition
House: Hufflepuff
Class:Muggle Studies
Story Category: Drabble
Prompt(s): [Object] Handheld fan
Word Count: 561
A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any related characters
This is for THC/The Houses Competition
House: Hufflepuff
Class: Muggle Studies
Story Category: Drabble
Prompt(s): [Object] Handheld fan
Word Count: 561
Pansy peered over the top of the lacy silk fan she held. Her brown eyes scanned the crowd and she sighed with annoyance. This was supposed to be her season, her time of finding a match. The soulmate balls often led to lifelong pairings, since soulmates were supposed to be made for each other. Pansy had yet to meet her soulmate, finding they would be at one of this season's balls.
Finding her soulmate was supposed to be a challenge, the pursuit helping to give the pair a binding experience. Pansy wasn't sure she believed in soulmates. There wasn't exactly an obvious mark or anything to reveal two people were destined to be together. It was supposed to be a feeling, one that was impossible to ignore, that connected two people. Pansy had never felt anything that fit that description.
She fanned her face, the pale violet lace of her fan doing little to cool her. She always felt warm in places like this, crowded places where there was little air movement. She rose, folding the fan against her palm as she walked towards the large set of french doors leading to the balcony. They were open, encouraging people to view the garden that the ballroom overlooked.
At least she could get some fresh air. She stepped outside the room, her eyes moving to look at the bright sun shining down on everything. The fact she'd neglected to bring her parasol popped into her mind as she leaned against the white-painted railing of the balcony. She found she could lean against it and watch the people inside the ballroom. Maybe if she watched them long enough, she'd figure out if they were soulmates, if the whole concept was even real.
Harry Potter was talking to several ladies, smiling widely as he told them of escapades. Pansy had heard all the stories and was not interested in hearing them again. It didn't matter if they came straight from the man himself. No, Harry wasn't her soulmate, she could tell that with certainty, although the way Hannah Abbott was leaning towards him, the way she was hanging on every word coming from his lips, Pansy could easily believe Hannah and Harry were soulmates.
She watched the youngest Mister Weasley dancing with Hermione Granger. Apparently, he wasn't a very good dancer if her expression was any indication. Pansy sighed, flipping open her fan again and fanning herself slightly. They were not soulmates, a fact that appeared to be quite obvious to everyone in the room, save for Mister Weasley. The lace of the fan did at least provide a bit of shade on her face from the sun.
She was so busy watching Hermione trying to escape her dance partner she didn't see Theo Nott step through the door. He walked over to her and leaned against the railing. She startled slightly, nearly dropping her fan. She quickly recovered, bringing the fan to her face and peering over it at the man standing before her.
Theo smiled, nodded towards the dance floor, and offered her his hand. She tucked her now folded fan into her belt and took Theo's hand, not caring if he was her soulmate, at least dancing with him would alleviate some of her boredom, and if the rumors were to be believed, Theo was supposed to be a wonderful dancer.