Flint, Pansy Amaryllis

Pansy Amaryllis Parkinson enter the world on October 21st presenting her parents, Acacia & Vance Parkinson, with the most precious jewel in the world. Acacia becoming pregnant was a miracle, the two had been trying for years with no success. Unfortunately Vance held the source to the problem and this was something money could not fix if he wanted to be the father to his child. So the two had given up and came to accept that it would be the two of them for the rest of their lives. The day Acacia announced her pregnancy they could went between joy and arguing. Vance accused Acacia of cheating and carrying some other man's child, however it was confirmed at birth that Pansy was Vance's and from that moment forth their bond was solidified. She would forever be his sparkling flower however, her mother would begin to feel different as time went on.

Pansy's early childhood was filled with the best of everything. The Parkinson's came from a generations of money and pureblood heritage; so naturally they believed themselves to be better than most. Her father worked as the head of office for the International Magical Office of Law for the Ministry. He also was a member of the Wizengamot so Pansy was often left with her mother. Acacia doted on her daughter at first until the majority of Vance's time was spent with Pansy while he was home from work. The jealousy began and divided mother and daughter. One night when Pansy was around six years old Acacia was so furious to be left out by her own family she overheard her parents arguing and her mother stating she wished Pansy had never been born. Acacia's problem was she had finally come to terms with Vance and her not having children and enjoyed the idea of it just being them two for the rest of their lives however, Pansy's birth changed that by taking even more time Acacia had with Vance. Their marriage was faltering but they remained together despite their problems.

Due to how her relationship with her mother turned out Pansy grew to dislike females and have trust issues. Her father was her world and she cherished the time they spent together. Soon their time together would decrease since it was time for Pansy to go to Hogwarts. Sorted into Slytherin, just like her parents, she easily fit in. She knew some of the children there through connections her family had and slipped right into her position as a leader within her house. Even though she didn't like befriending females it was simple enough for her to make them follow her. The Hogwarts years went by (we all know the history here), with decent grades, many enemies, a failed relationship, and a best friend she still cares about deeply Pansy graduated and began her adult life.

Draco Malfoy had been her ideal goal of a husband until their friendship became nonexistent as he took on responsibility of the Death Eaters for his family. (They reconnected later after the battle and slowly regained some of their old friendship) Eventually, Pansy began to date Marcus Flint. She hadn't seen him in a few years since he graduated from Hogwarts until Pansy started her entry position at the Ministry. Pansy was surprised to find that they had some things in common and the fact that his teeth had straightened out helped matters a lot. He wasn't as sluggish looking as he had been in school. Pansy needed to make a marriage connection and soon both of their parents began to arrange their marriage. Although Pansy's heart was not fully in it she knew it would not be a bad match.

Their marriage was a happy one at first however, overtime Pansy could not deny she had feelings for an old school friend that she truly wished she had ended up with; Blaise Zabini. The Flint's had four children and Pansy adored her children very much. She aimed to be better than her mother was to her. She excelled in positions at the Ministry and became one of the youngest Head Obliviators in history. Pansy had a knack for getting inside a person's mind and making them feel a certain way. She took that skill and applied it in her career.

Presently, her kids are all in Hogwarts, one about to graduate after the coming year. The marriage is crumbling. It has begun to feel as if they are two people living together rather than husband and wife. They are extremely close with the Zabini and Nott family (since Blaise is married to a Nott). Although her heart is with Blaise, Pansy has strayed from her marriage a few times because she knows she can't have Blaise but still has needs that need to be satisfied. Waiting is not Pansy's style and she doesn't plan on waiting any longer for her happiness.



After a long day at work Regan was looking for a place to sort of relax. She had some paper work to finish up but mostly she had some free time on her hands before she would head home to get some sleep. Being an Auror always meant long days and nights with little sleep. Especially if one wanted to advance in the field. Regan decided to go to the Leaky Cauldron which could be a hit or miss in the relaxing department. At times the place could be perfect to drink some coffee and grab some food while reading or completing any other task that required a quiet atmosphere. Other times it could end up being a typical pub with raging lunatics; sometimes Regan could even be one of them. Either way, Regan had become very skilled in tuning out her surroundings while noticing signs of trouble.

Entering the pub she found a seat in one of the corners next to a window. The remaining sunlight of the day was gleaming through the window which she used to her advantage to finish the report she had been working on for some time. A cold cup of coffee sat on the table keeping company with the half eaten sandwich on the plate. Dinner was never much of a meal for Regan; by this point her appetite was usually suppressed. A scattered pile of papers filled the remaining space on the oak table some had multiple red marks on them and others had pictures. Regan finished the final remarks on the report and gathered the paperwork, organizing them before placing them in a folder. She slipped the folder in her bag and grabbed the coffee. As the cold coffee hit her mouth she spit it back in the cup. Grabbing the attention of the waiter she smiled before speaking. "I guess I must of been working longer than I thought. The coffee has now gone cold and I can't stand it. Nothing like something being cold that is suppose to be hot. Just seems out of place, you know?" Regan was a bit of a motor mouth and could talk about anything to anyone. "Anyways, could I please have a new cup, if it wouldn't be too much trouble. I know you have a lot of costumers, but I am one of them, however don't feel the need to rush. I'm in no hurry, although you might be with all your costumers." Regan spewed. Grabbing the cup and handing it to the poor waiter who looked slightly annoyed. "I'm just going to run to the bathroom." She told the waiter before they turned to leave.

Regan went to the bathroom and spent a moment checking her reflection in the mirror. Her long brown hair was tied up into a quick and messy bun. She wore a white blouse, the two top buttons undone since work had ended, and a pair of black jeans. Her outfit was sort of ordinary but it was her place not to really stand out. Something Regan was use to considering she spent a lot of her time in the shadows, her nose in a book. People rarely took notice to her in the past except when she was being tormented, mostly by Archer Abner. A sneer came over her features as she thought of him. She was glad it had been a few years since she seen him last. Actually, Regan felt as if she got a bit of revenge on him during their last encounter. The fact that she had been sent to help him due to a girlfriend going nuts on him and stranding him on the roof naked was the sort of thing she needed to witness. It was her turn to poke fun at him and Regan let him have it, although she had to remain slightly professional considering she was on the job.

Giving herself a final check, Regan washed her hands and exited the bathroom. As she opened the door she immediately heard shouting and a commotion. She withdrew her wand, preparing for whatever scene she would find. Before turning the corner to survey the pub she heard the voice of someone she did not find pleasing. With a sigh she walked around the corner to see a woman, a vampire, perched on top of a pathetic excuse for a man, Archer Abner. Regan almost place her wand back in its restraints. Why on earth should she help him? She was off duty after all and it wasn't really her problem. But in all honesty Regan was not the type of person to just leave someone when they needed help even if that person was the least deserving to receive her aide. With a small flick of her wand and rather quietly Regan cast the disarming spell. She really should of just allowed the vampire to mutilate his parts however Regan knew she was doing the right thing. "Miss, as much as I know this guy is an arse, hurting him is not worth it. Actually, he really isn't worth anything. Not me helping him or you hurting him. Just think of him as an insignificant spec because giving him any type of attention, good or bad, just strokes his useless ego." Regan said to the unknown vampire as her wand fell to the floor.