|bewarethesmirk (bewarethesmirk) wrote,|
@ 2011-12-11 00:24:00
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fic larger than lifesize (hp, lavender/parvarti, pg)
Title: larger than lifesize
Summary: Parvarti enjoys working with her best friend, Lavender, at a high-end fashion designer, except she's sort-of in love with Lavender, who's in love with dating. And then there's Pansy.
Notes: This was written for the informal HP femslash exchange for magnetic_pole, who requested Lavender/Parvarti and "teamwork" as her prompt. I do hope you enjoy this, my dear! Thanks to b_hallward for betaing, and woldy for putting this whole thing together! This is the first thing I've written in forever and it was a blast to write. The title is taken from "Lifesize" by A Fine Frenzy.
Parvarti could kill Pansy Parkinson with magic. Easily. But hitting her over the head with a heavy, blunt object would be so much more satisfying.
"Uh-oh," Lavender said, smirking a bit. Her lips were shining with pink gloss, and it was very distracting. "You have that homicidal look again."
"Don't I always?" Parvarti stabbed a pin into place on the skirt she was working on, and waved her wand. The skirt – emerald green, high waisted, ruffles on the bottom – floated in the air before her as she hemmed it.
Lavender had taken a job at a high-end fashion designer firm in London, and later Lavender had convinced Parvarti to join. Luckily the firm targeted witch clientele, so Parvarti didn't have to grapple with a needle. She could wave her wand and Transfigure. If design was Parvarti's great love, fashion was Lavender's, and they worked together to design new products which were then produced by several of the other workers. Not much about the job was easy, and Parvarti was tempted to quit on a near-daily basis. The worst thing about the job was her boss, Pansy Parkinson, who was evil on heels.
"Parvarti!" The door slammed against the wall, and Parvarti nearly jumped out of her skin. It was a close thing.
Think of the Devil and she doth appear.
"Yes?" she asked, coolly, like she didn't give a shit about Pansy's appearance.
Pansy stormed across the room and planted herself right in front of Parvarti. She plucked the skirt from midair, glanced at it for a second and sniffed in disgust. "This piece is hideous! The ruffles alone!"
"Ruffles are very in this season," Lavender added, and Parvarti silently thanked her.
"According to whom? Plebeians?" Pansy threw the skirt to the floor and Parvarti was forced to look at her. Pansy was immaculate. Of course. Perfectly coifed, short dark hair, dark eyes and red lips. She was wearing a simple black minidress and heels any woman would be mad to walk in. "I am meeting with Jacob tomorrow," she said, slowly, as if explaining to a child of subpar intelligence. "He is a very important client, and I need something amazing to show him. Nothing either of you has made fits that bill, and that hideous rag of a skirt suddenly doesn't."
"But it's almost five," Parvarti said – certainly didn't whine – as she looked at her watch.
Pansy's lips twisted into a satisfied expression. The one that said My mission in life is torture you. Parvarti again fantasised about bludgeoning Pansy against the side of her perfectly formed head with a brick. "Good for you, then. The meeting is still fifteen hours away. You have plenty of time to come up with something."
Parvarti knew she looked aghast. It was Thursday; it was almost the end of the week and she was absolutely knackered. Her self-control was ragged and she just needed some sleep and some alcohol, probably not in that order.
"I'll stay and help," Lavender said, shocking Parvarti. Lavender was out of the office every day promptly at 5:00, and a few minutes earlier if she could manage it. Her social calendar was very important, and she usually had one date after another lined up. Parvarti did her best not to inquire. She didn't want to know about the various men who got to see Lavender bare and pliant night after night.
"How sweet," Pansy said. "I don't care who does it. I just want it done by the time I walk into the office tomorrow."
Parvarti opened her mouth to ask what kind of piece Pansy wanted – anything, some sort of clue – but Pansy turned on her very large heel and Apparated.
"Fuck!" Parvarti buried her head in her hands and wondered how the hell she was going to get through it. It might have even been easier without Lavender, because with Lavender here…well. It made things more complicated.
"Don't worry," Lavender said, closer now. Parvarti took a deep breath and put her hands to her sides. She didn't have much of a choice. She needed this job if she ever hoped to work in fashion design again. It was just one all-nighter.
Lavender put her hands on Parvarti's shoulders, a barely-there touch that sent a shiver down Parvarti's spine. "We'll do this," she said soothingly, her breath against Parvarti's ear. Parvarti gathered her nerve and turned. The bright rays of the setting sun caught Lavender's blonde hair, painting it gold. Parvarti sighed, that perpetual bonedeep want was all too much, especially mingled with the stress, and the perpetual desire to kill her boss.
"Thanks for staying, but you really don't have to – "
"Oh, none of that!" Lavender said and reached for a notebook and a quill from Parvarti's work station.
"But I will tell you one thing," Lavender said, hand on her hip.
Parvarti smiled. "And what's that?"
"We both think best over martinis."