Title: Weirdo Flirting
Pairing: Padma Patil/Zacharias Smith (slightly more platonic in this particular installment)
Prompt: and now for something completely different
Word Count: 1028 (I barely made it!)
Summary: Padma gets dumped, so Parvati and Lavender take her out for drinks. Padma bails on her sister for "better company".
Author's Notes: The first, these are going to- I expect- follow some semblance of a chronological sequence,
Link to Prompt Table: table is here
Parvati and sighed and called her pathetic and dragged her out a week after she and Anthony had broken up.
“You need to get back in the game. You dated Anthony for nearly five years!”
That didn’t help.
“I’m 23 Parvati, I shouldn’t be dating.”
“I’m still dating!” Parvati retorted.
“You’ve been dating the same guy for three years, that’s different.”
“So? Lavender still dates. You can still date. You are never too old to date.”
So Padma grabbed a green scarf and wrapped it around her to protect from the cold, and they were off to London. “The Leaky Cauldron isn’t my ideal place to pick up guys, Parvati,” she said as they stood outside the old pub waiting for Lavender.
“It’s just a warm up period, it’ll be fun. Just loosen up a bit.”
“Right,” she muttered. “I’m going to freeze my arse off.”
“There’s Lavender,” Parvati said, easily picking the tall brunette out of the crowd.
“Hey Parvati, hey Padma!” she said cheerfully. “Shall we go inside? It’s freezing out here.”
They both agreed and the three of them went inside, sitting at an empty table closest to the fire in hopes of defrosting a little. They ordered drinks and Parvati and Lavender gabbed happily while Padma listened.
“So I’m really sorry about Anthony,” Lavender said, tugging on Padma’s sleeve. “You can totally do better.”
“You think so?” she asked tonelessly.
Lavender flashed a dazzling smile. “Well of course. He always seemed so…bookish, you need someone with some glamor.”
“Basically, someone completely different to get your mind off the git!” Parvati agreed.
They continued with their ‘motivational’ conversation until Padma pointed out the hideous state of someone’s robes and sneaked away. She went up to the bar to get their drinks refilled, and saw a familiar face.
“Padma! Great to see you, how have you been?” the blond asked, smiling broadly.
“I’ve been decent. I didn’t know you took over for Tom,” she said, sounding impressed.
Hannah laughed. “Apparently mixing drinks is a strong suit of mine,” she said conversationally. “So who are you here with? Anthony?”
Padma waved a hand dismissively. “No, we broke up about a week ago,” she said.
Frowning, Hannah placed three drinks on the counter. “That’s a shame. Why?”
“He said I was too difficult,” she said, but smiled. “What about you? Any lucky guys in your life?”
She shook her head. “Unless you count the regulars here,” she said, shooting a look at some of the men sitting at the bar. “I’m single for the time being.”
“There’s someone out there for everyone,” she said, but heard an audible snort of disbelief from somewhere on her right. “Excuse me?”
“That’s the biggest load of shite I’ve ever heard,” he said, turning to face Padma. He pushed long blond bangs out of his eyes.
“Oh shut it, Zacharias,” Hannah said playfully.
“Let me correct myself then, Smith,” Padma said, glaring at him. “There’s someone out there for everyone, except you.”
Zacharias shrugged. “Like I care. Sit down. I’ll buy you a drink.”
“I already have one,” she said, gesturing to the full drink in front of her.
“Then finish it.”
She sighed, taking the three drinks off the bar and walking over to the table where her sister and friend were still gossiping cheerfully. She passed out drinks and sat down.
“Alright, Zacharias Smith wants to buy me a drink,” she told them in a low voice. “Should I do it?”
“Merlin no!” Parvati said.
“He’s a flaming bastard,” Lavender supplied.
Padma shrugged. “A free drink is a free drink,” she said, finishing her drink and standing up. “Besides, I thought I should be looking for something completely different?”
“By completely different we still meant nice by some stretch of the imagination…” Parvati said hopelessly as Padma disappeared.
“I think we lost her,” Lavender said, shaking her head.
“It’s just a drink,” Parvati said, though she sounded worried.
At the bar, Padma sat down next to the blond. “So, about that drink.”
“Does your sister mind you ditching her?” he asked.
“Of course she does. But she has Lavender.”
He wrinkled his nose and ordered something from Hannah.
“So you got dumped?”
“That’s a great way to start conversation.”
He shrugged. “I feel that sugarcoating things is unnecessary.”
Hannah handed them drinks, and Padma thought this statement over as she took a swallow, then she nodded. “This is true.”
“I’ve already said,” she said. “We fought too much. He said I was too difficult to go on with and we left it at that.”
He laughed darkly, drumming his fingers on the cup in his hand. “He would’ve rather had a girl he could walk all over?”
“I expect so.”
“Well that’s boring.”
Padma chuckled. “He was always a bit on the dull side,” she agreed. “I expect you’re something completely different?”
He shrugged. “That’s for me to know.”
Someone tapped Padma on the shoulder, she turned to see her sister and Lavender buttoning up their coats. “We’re heading home, come on,” she said.
Padma nodded, gave Zacharias a fleeting nod and a quickly uttered “bye” and followed her sister and friend out into the freezing cold.
“That’s a classic example of weirdo-flirting,” Parvati whispered to her twin.
Beating down the excitement, she rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right.”
“He made you laugh.”
“He’s a funny guy.”
Lavender and Parvati exchanged skeptical glances as they walked down Charring Cross, looking for a safe point to Apparate from. “Right. No one makes you laugh.”
“Except Zacharias Smith, apparently,” Lavender corrected, rolling her eyes and giggling a little.
“You two shut up,” Padma said, turning away so she could smile.
Parvati elbowed her a little, still laughing. “We could always ask Hannah about what nights he goes in for drinks so you could bump into him more often,” she said, dissolving into giggles.
Rolling her eyes, Padma slipped into an alley. “Real mature, Parvati,” she said when they caught up. They Apparated back to Parvati and Padma’s shared house and the others didn’t say another word to Padma about the certain blond Hufflepuff.