#˗ˏˋㅤ*ㅤ｡ ㅤ𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 ㅤ／ㅤ ftㅤminseokㅤ۪

[amortentva]

the  intensity  in  which  pansy  rolls  her  eyes  at  his  seek  for  validation  even  in  a  hypothetical  situation  almost  gives  her  a  headache,  and  she  lets  out  an  exhale  in  a  sigh.  "i  can't  believe  i've  missed  the  opportunity  to  see  it.  i  think  that  would've  been  the  fittest  you've  ever  looked,  honest,"  pansy  answers  as  if  she's  reciting  the  dullest  paragraph  from  an  ancient  runes  textbook,  gaze  half  lidded  in  his  direction  in  her  disinterest  to  answer  such  a  question.  as  fit  as  he  truly  is,  not  that  pansy  would  ever  admit,  she  tries  not  to  play  into  inflating  his  ego.  her  lips  purse  together  in  an  attempt  to  hide  her  amusement  at  his  reaction  and  teasing  words,  but  she  hits  him  with  the  book  once  more  with  his  last  statement  just  because  she  can.  "don't  turn  us  into  some  silly  muggle  romance  novel,"  pansy  begins,  a  scrunch  of  her  nose  in  disgust  when  she  speaks  the  word  'muggle',  "i  know  you're  a  big,  ugly  beast,  but  i'm  not  interested  in  being  your  book-smart  eye  candy."

"don't make me lose my breakfast," he responds with a feigned gag at the thought of wearing anything his mother chose. "...but d'ya i'd look fit ?" even in a hypothetical world he strives to keep up his appearance. minseok rolls his eyes when pansy answers his question about her reading. before he has the chance to reflect on it further, he's being assaulted by the textbook in question. "ow ! i was just checking to make sure i hadn't gone barmy or the like. it could've been opposite day," he grumbles and briefly rubs his arm to soothe it. "of course i know it wasn't your brain that got you into this school," he teases. that wasn't to say that his had, attending aurelius was simply what was expected of him & not an option to decline. "well is it ? cuz it's working."

[amortentva]

pansy  doesn't  do  much  more  than  cast  a  knowing  glance  in  his  direction,  a  look  in  her  eyes  saying  'can't  you  tell  that's  just  about  the  twentieth  time  telling  some  sorry  sod  the  exact  same  thing?',  because  she  doesn't  care  to  put  forth  the  effort  to  say  it  aloud.  "oh,  i  can  absolutely  imagine  you  parading  around  with  a  'vote  for  mummy  moon'  shirt,"  she  retorts  with  a  glance  down  at  his  current  attire,  and  to  any  onlookers  it  might  just  seem  like  she's  giving  him  a  once-over..  not  that  she'll  deny  it,  either.  "don't  be  silly,  minseok,  you  know  i  can't  read."  pansy  deadpans  as  she's  closing  the  textbook  in  her  lap  to  whack  his  arm  with  it  for  such  a  question,  holding  it  up  in  the  air  like  a  threat  with  her  inquiries,  "what  do  you  assume  my  ploy  is  for?  to  attract  your  attention?"

“merlin, that was brutal,” minseok snickers as he watches the hufflepuff, called out for their lack of freethinking, slink away. they well deserved it, if you asked him, minseok knew the struggles of having a parent who liked to put themselves in the spotlight. his own mum was livid over her failed campaign, meanwhile, he was reveling in finally seeing her fail at something. “glad i’m not in your place. my mum would absolutely expect me to be one of her little promotors. though i reckon she would've regretted it.” he did have a knack for sabotage. minseok sits down close to pansy, not so subtly peering over the pages of her textbook. "are you actually reading that or was that just a ploy ?"