The burgundy colour did wonders for her fair complexion, not to mention it made her feel like a powerful vixen.
Perfect.
With a wandless flourish, she sealed the lipstick with a semi-permanent sticking charm.
The stain wouldn't be going anywhere unless Pansy wanted it to.
Even if she spent an hour snogging Theo, the absolute lech, She smirked, pondering the various reasons she would be okay with smudging her makeup.
One last look in the mirror and she was ready.
Her long velvet dress matched her lips perfectly, and the slit in the side was borderline indecent.
It fit her like a glove, and the reactions would be well worth the lack of oxygen.
Now that she was fashionably late, it was time to celebrate herself.
After clearing the soot from the flue, off the back of her suede stilettos, she made her way to the lounge where her friends awaited her.
As she entered, a loud chorus of HAPPY BIRTHDAYS rang out.
She smiled in gratitude at the small crowd, and made her way over to the snakes.
"'Pansy, you look absolutely gorgeous!' Hermione gushed over her as soon as she reached them.
"'Doesn't she look great, Draco?' Draco leaned a few inches away from where he was glued to Hermione's side to kiss Pansy's cheek.
"'Of course, love.
Pansy always dresses to impress.
"'Happy birthday, Pans.
So glad you could finally join.' "'Excuse me! What the devil do you think you're wearing?' Pansy turned toward Theo with thinly disguised reproof at his outburst.
I know it's a sodding dress, Pans, but why is it... red? His tone implied that she'd committed a grave crime and deserved to be thrown in Azkaban for it.
Red looks quite good on me.
Why wouldn't I wear it? She stated this as if it were obvious.
Because it was.
Since when do you rep the Lions? I didn't know you'd switched house allegiances.
The burgundy colour did wonders for her fair complexion, not to mention it made her feel like a powerful vixen.
Perfect.
With a wandless flourish, she sealed the lipstick with a semi-permanent sticking charm.
The stain wouldn't be going anywhere unless Pansy wanted it to.
Even if she spent an hour snogging Theo, the absolute lech, She smirked, pondering the various reasons she would be okay with smudging her makeup.
One last look in the mirror and she was ready.
Her long velvet dress matched her lips perfectly, and the slit in the side was borderline indecent.
It fit her like a glove, and the reactions would be well worth the lack of oxygen.
Now that she was fashionably late, it was time to celebrate herself.
After clearing the soot from the flue, off the back of her suede stilettos, she made her way to the lounge where her friends awaited her.
As she entered, a loud chorus of HAPPY BIRTHDAYS rang out.
She smiled in gratitude at the small crowd, and made her way over to the snakes.
"'Pansy, you look absolutely gorgeous!' Hermione gushed over her as soon as she reached them.
"'Doesn't she look great, Draco?' Draco leaned a few inches away from where he was glued to Hermione's side to kiss Pansy's cheek.
"'Of course, love.
Pansy always dresses to impress.
"'Happy birthday, Pans.
So glad you could finally join.' "'Excuse me! What the devil do you think you're wearing?' Pansy turned toward Theo with thinly disguised reproof at his outburst.
I know it's a sodding dress, Pans, but why is it... red? His tone implied that she'd committed a grave crime and deserved to be thrown in Azkaban for it.
Red looks quite good on me.
Why wouldn't I wear it? She stated this as if it were obvious.
Because it was.
Since when do you rep the Lions? I didn't know you'd switched house allegiances.
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