Ice Witch

[Pansy Parkinson]

Pansy was furious. None of her so called friends had stayed where they said they would go. “Those witches!” she screamed as she pounded a fist at the table, although she didn’t exactly say “witches”. A lot of times she was less proper than that.

She had waited for thirty minutes at Floreans Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour thinking about ways to make the next school year more exciting. It was a big disappointment that their now former Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher was suspended by the Ministry of Magic. Being in the Inquisition Squad made her feel even more superior. She couldn’t believe she was given even more power. She had been appointed a prefect like Draco afterall. Bullying and getting points for it? Who wouldn’t be delighted? Not that demerits had stopped her from hexing innocent first years. They were just too easy.

But now that she knew she had been stood up, she wasn’t feeling very elated. For the first time in all her fifteen years of existence, she hoped that nobody she knew would notice her. Sitting all by yourself in a ice cream shop was very pathetic indeed.

She took the magazine from the stack near her chair when she felt someone come up to her table. “Yes, I'll have two chocolate sundaes.” she said, without even looking up.

[Ginny Weasley]

Ginny walked quickly threw the streets of Diagon Alley, herself and some of her family where there to get there school supplies as school started in less then a month. Ginny had already got her books, and two new robes and she had asked her mother if it was alright to go to Floreans Fortescue to get some ice cream, her mother said yes and now Ginny was pushing past some people that where looking threw a window. Finally Ginny reached where she wanted to be and pushed the doors open and walked into the shop.

Ginny sighed a bit, it was nice and cool inside the ice cream shop and she was thankful for it as it was a very hot August afternoon. Ginny looked around and noticed the shop was very crowded, obviously everyone wanted to cool down so Ginny quickly looked around for a table, every table but one in the corner was full. Ginny huffed she didn't want to sit with someone she didn't know and she couldn't even see who it was as the person was holding a magazine over there face. Ginny walked up to the person and stood in front of the person waiting for them to put down there magazine so she could ask to sit there, but instead the girl order something. "I am not your waitress." Ginny said a bit coldly as she realized the voice belonged to Pansy Parkinson.

[Pansy Parkinson]

Pansy’s grip tightened as she lowered the magazine on the table, a look of distaste evident from her pale face. It was Potter’s girlfriend. Or at least the other girl wished. Could this day get any worse?

Pansy gave the girl in front of her a once-over, lazily showing off her newly charmed eyelashes. “Well, could you blame me for thinking you were?” she smirked.

On the other hand, the Weasley girl was appearing to be a potential target to blow all her anger on. But then she remembered the hexes the girl had given to her fellow Slytherins in the past. Ugh. Thinking made her head hurt. What did the girl want anyway?

“Are you lost?” she asked with an eyebrow turned up. She had a good guess as to why the girl was there. The place was packed with witches and wizards wanting a place to site and relax. Maybe she should play a little. No one was going to know anyway.

[Ginny Weasley]

Ginny crossed her arms angerly, of course Pansy Parkinson had to be here at the same time as herself. Of course Pansy would come back with some ridiculously comment, Ginny was going to report back with one too but she decided she wasn't going to lower her self to Pansy's level. Ginny quickly scanned the area hoping someone had gotten up so she could sit there instead, she really needed to getting something to eat she hadn't eaten all day.

Ginny huffed when she realized that at last the seat next to Pansy was the only one available. "No I am not lost, do you think I am a bloody idiot." Ginny said as she brought her shinning brown eyes to look at the girl sitting near her. Ginny rolled her eyes and sat down not even bothering to ask Pansy. Ginny glared at the dark haired girl in front of her wishing she would just go away so she could eat her soon to be ice cream in peace.

Ginny suddenly noticed that Pansy was alone. Ginny smirked a bit, a chance to prod at the girl who thought she was so tough around her mates most likely wouldn't be alone. "Were are your clones?" Ginny said about her friends, she new she was going to get Pansy angry but she was suddenly in the mood to piss her off.

[Pansy Parkinson]

Pansy was thrilled at the look of annoyance—or was it despair?—on the Weasley girl’s face as she scanned the shop for other seats. Yes, she was going to have fun.

Pansy watched as Ginny gave up and finally realized that there are no other options. "No I am not lost, do you think I am a bloody idiot." Ginny said as she gave Pansy a look. Pansy gave a look back that clearly said she did and left it at that. But Ginny was quick.

"Where are your clones?"

All the amusement drained from Pansy’s face. In her wish to torment others, she almost forgot her own.

“I just met with them.” she lied through gritted teeth, throwing the magazine back in the rack with a force that alarmed the rather burly man sitting near their table. “I needed to cool off so I stayed here.” Nobody would buy that story but she didn’t care.

Pansy closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Normally, (OOC: Which means when more people join, right? *winks*) she would have pounced, wand first, at the first sign of displeasure. But with grown up witches and wizards around, she did not dare make a move. Not that anybody would give all their time to two disputing witches. They had their own problems to deal with. Besides, Pansy didn’t have Draco’s back-up or at least some of her Slytherin friends with her.

“What about you? I don’t see any more red hair in the shop.”

(OOC: Is it me, or is “the Weasley girl” starting to seem rather tasteless and too repetitive?)

[Ginny Weasley]

Ginny rolled her eyes, Pansy was bad at lieing and could see right threw her, she bet her friends didn't even show up at all, she would have seen them somewhere threw out the day and she hadn't seen them once. "I am not a child pansy I can walk about Diagon Alley by my self." Ginny rolled her eyes and picked up a menu so she could quickly get her ice cream and leave, being in the same room with Pansy was bad but sitting at the same table was way worse.

Ginny finally picked what she wanted and looked around for the waitress. "Where is the waitress?" Ginny could see one talking to another table and another one bring another table ice cream but she couldn't seen anymore, apparently they where under staffed today. "Great." Ginny mumbled to her self, she was going to have to sit with Parkinson for even longer then she normal would have if it wasn't so hot outside.

[Pansy Parkinson]

If this clash took on any longer... Maybe it was better to ignore her like she usually did. But Pansy wasn’t just going to let Ginny eat her ice cream and go. She wasn’t going to let Ginny have the last say and embarrass her like that. She was going to reply with the first nasty comment that came to her mind when Ginny whined about the whereabouts of servers.

Pansy rolled her eyes at Ginny’s attitude. She but she wanted her ice cream too. “No wonder Potter doesn’t notice you,” She put her hand up and wagged her fingers trying to catch any one’s attention. When no one did, she finally lost her patience.

“Waitress!” she shrieked at the blond lady serving five-scooped mint chocolate ice creams and strawberry flavored vanilla to three plump witches at the far side of the room.
The woman was probably only at least four years older than Pansy but her eyes looked tired and her hair disheveled. After giving the witches their desserts, she hurriedly went to Ginny and Pansy’s table.

“I’m really sorry, miss but as you can see we–“ she started. But Pansy cut her off.

“I don’t want to hear any more excuse for your bad service.” She glared at the waitress. “I’ll have one chocolate sundae,” she said as if she were the only one at the table.

The waitress was looking at Pansy expectantly as if waiting for Pansy to order for Ginny but Pansy ignored her.