Working Girl

Pansy’s life settled into a peaceful routine, and she loved it. Her days were her own to do whatever she pleased.



Jessica had sent her an owl a few months after the book signing saying that she was back at home. Her mother read the book and came for her immediately. Things were said that should have been said many years ago, but it was never too late, Jessica had told her, to fix things. She thanked Pansy for telling her story.



Pansy’s book was doing so well that more and more owls kept coming in, some were not so good. She got many from wives saying she should be ashamed to announce her horrid past. Pansy had heard too much lewdness in her life to be affected by a few bitter women. She laughed the owls off. They didn’t matter to her.



Douglas Silverton’s wife questioned the house elves at Vadstill and found several hidden rooms the Aurors were unable to find. One of which was an office style room. It was full of pensieves and globes. The memories of Douglas’s lecherous activities. He used memory charms on the girls that panicked.



The room also revealed the identity of the girl found in the atrium as Sally Croft. A prostitute from Ireland. She was an orphan who, when she came of age, left the orphanage she was raised in but had trouble making it on her own. Since she had no family she wasn’t missed and no one had reported her disappearance. Mrs. Silverton gave her a proper service and memorial.



Helen had told her that business was good indeed. Her instinct had been right and many men came in asking for girls by name. Pansy was happy for her and the girls, who sent thank you gifts of all kinds. She laughed at the novelties that came through the floo for her. Edible panties, candy g-strings, flavored massage oil, blindfolds, and satin gloves. Leave it to household full of hookers to make life interesting.



Pansy received a single owl from her uncle, congratulating her on her success. It was cordial and polite and was written in a different script then the signature. He must have signed it after his secretary wrote it and sent it so he would appear in good light. Someone must have mentioned the book and how he looked in it. She didn’t bother replying.



Instead she focused on life with Ron. She enjoyed the leisure she had and spoke to Professor Snape. He had an apothecary shop on Diagon Alley and in Hogsmeade. She turned Ron’s basement into a lab and brewed basic potions for his shop while he worked on the new creations and conducted research. She had always enjoyed potions and it gave her time something to do.



She thought about Ron. He was fabulous and treated her wonderfully. He was apologetic when work took up time, but she understood. She admired his dedication to his profession. It was something she understood perfectly. She was in love. For the first time in her life, Pansy Parkinson was in love and she liked feeling.



The end