Jun 2, 2026 · 45 min · 8 segments
All Charlie wants is to be left alone with his dragons. However, building a one-of-a-kind hatchery to breed and care for endangered whelps costs a pretty galleon. Enter Pansy Parkinson. Event planner…
For the most part, her time at the manor had been productive, and she'd crossed quite a few things off her list.
However, her argument with Charlie left her with a sour taste in her mouth.
She got quite the thrill from sparring with him, but the reminder of her future always made her feel melancholy.
"Pippie, I'm home." She smiled fondly at the small elf that appeared before her.
Pippie had been with her forever.
In lieu of parents who cared about their daughter, Pippie had raised her and guided her through life.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that without Pippie, Pansy wouldn't have survived.
They'd been through everything together and shared a bond that couldn't adequately be quantified.
So when she left Parkinson Manor after the war, she had demanded that Pippie come with her.
Now they were both free of their pasts.
Pippie was a free elf and devoted confidante.
Pansy, well, she wasn't completely free of her family's clutches, but she had built a nice little life for herself and would cling to that small slice of heaven for as long as she could.
Many thought that Pansy had come by her sense of fashion naturally, but in reality, it was the elf that had the critical eye.
Pippie could see every stitch out of place on a garment, and she used that same focus in every aspect of her life.
Now, though, she looked at Pansy as if she were a true Legilimens and could see all the emotions vying for attention in her head.
Pansy had never been able to deceive Pippie, and she likely wasn't to start now.
"Fine.
We addressed quite a few details for the event.
Narcissa has thrown so many parties in the gardens that it's laughably easy to plan the gala with her insight.
Oh, and Wilby says hello." She wasn't lying.
All of that had happened.
She was just omitting a few things.
Well, one thing, one person in particular.
For the most part, her time at the manor had been productive, and she'd crossed quite a few things off her list.
However, her argument with Charlie left her with a sour taste in her mouth.
She got quite the thrill from sparring with him, but the reminder of her future always made her feel melancholy.
"Pippie, I'm home." She smiled fondly at the small elf that appeared before her.
Pippie had been with her forever.
In lieu of parents who cared about their daughter, Pippie had raised her and guided her through life.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that without Pippie, Pansy wouldn't have survived.
They'd been through everything together and shared a bond that couldn't adequately be quantified.
So when she left Parkinson Manor after the war, she had demanded that Pippie come with her.
Now they were both free of their pasts.
Pippie was a free elf and devoted confidante.
Pansy, well, she wasn't completely free of her family's clutches, but she had built a nice little life for herself and would cling to that small slice of heaven for as long as she could.
Many thought that Pansy had come by her sense of fashion naturally, but in reality, it was the elf that had the critical eye.
Pippie could see every stitch out of place on a garment, and she used that same focus in every aspect of her life.
Now, though, she looked at Pansy as if she were a true Legilimens and could see all the emotions vying for attention in her head.
Pansy had never been able to deceive Pippie, and she likely wasn't to start now.
"Fine.
We addressed quite a few details for the event.
Narcissa has thrown so many parties in the gardens that it's laughably easy to plan the gala with her insight.
Oh, and Wilby says hello." She wasn't lying.
All of that had happened.
She was just omitting a few things.
Well, one thing, one person in particular.
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