Item Name: Invisibility Cloak
Item Type: Clothing
Creation: The original was made by death, or so is believed in the tale of the three brothers however Pansy's is made from demiguise hair weaved with cloth by Madame Malkin.
Character Discovery: Pansy requested that her husband make her one or find her one in some way. Of course any manmade invisibility cloak known apart from the own in ownership of the Potter's fades over time and loses it's ability. Of course Pansy doesn't have the original one, something she still wants from the Potter's of course, but is none the less happy with the cloaks her husband provides her with when it starts to fade, from which he pays Madame Malkin, the expert seamstress, to secretly make for him out of demiguise hair.
Use(s): The invisibility cloak conceals the person wearning it from the sight of others, allowing them to blend into the background as though camouflaged from view. This comes in use to Pansy when she is working because she can get the latest scoop as all she needs to do is slip on the cloak and intrude on people's private conversations, much like how Rita Skeeter did via the skill of being an animagus. One of the disadvantages is that she does need to be silent, making the scratching of a quill beneath the cloak noticeable and could give her away. Because of this she can't always use it in quiet situations. Plus she would need to go away and hide underneath before going to a private scene of some sort and she would have to walk slowly as to not reveal herself and may miss on important information by taking her time to get there - that is of course if she can get into the location. As a result Pansy will only use it when it is necessary to go to such a hassle to scoop a story and so doesn't usually have her cloak in possession unless she is purposefully setting out to investigate. It also is a risk because it could start to fade at any time and whilst she is waiting for another one to be made she can't use it, meaning it doesn't get used as much as one would expect.
The main con with her artifact however is that, because it is not made from death and is manmade, it requires more than the magic that the demiguise hair offers. As a result when worn it essentially feeds on the magic within Pansy draining her of her energy meaning that it can not be worn without having serious consequences - something Madame Malkin warned her of and of course Pansy doesn't want to find out what the devastating effects are in case she dies, is injured in the process (most definitely) or worse: her cover is blown.
Roleplay Sample:
One of her colleagues had beaten her to a story, by complete luck Pansy thought. Anyone could have easily been at St Mungo's the time when Khaat Lupin was taken in after almost being savaged by the rouge werewolf: James Blood. Thankfully Brooks, her colleague, hadn't gotten every detail. To the readers it seemed as though the Prophet was telling them everything, the whole truth. Being a reporter herself Pansy knew differently.
There was a promotion on the line to editor and to Madame Parkinson-Nott it was treasure, lost treasure with an 'x' labelled besides it. Pansy wanted nothing more than to own the Daily Prophet and the step to editor mean't a giant leap towards that. As a result she needed the extra information on what was happening, the mystery that surrounded the Lupins.
After apparating two streets away from St Mungo's, finding the disused store and stepping through the glass window Pansy found herself in the hospital reception area. Now was the difficult part: finding the Lupins. For some the difficult part would be sneaking in unknowns to the Ministers daughter and her many, many, bodyguards but not for Pansy, for the reporter had something the petty peasants could only dream of: an invisibility cloak.
Following the signs for the toilets Pansy slipped into one of the cubicles, turned the lock and extracted the cloak from her bag. It was so sleek, luxurious. Her husband really had out done himself with this one, who knows how much it would have cost. Not that Pansy cared, it was his money, which ironically made it hers. The perks of having a weedy, infatuated, rich worm of a husband.
Leaving the bathroom Pansy began to walk the halls of St Mungo's. They would be here somewhere, most likely a high security room away from the main walkways. If only she had Lupin's medical files. If only. A grin gleamed across her face for she was Pansy Parkinson-Nott and could get whatever she wanted right now.
Heading up a flight of stairs Pansy followed the directions for the directors office, which given the fact Lupin wasn't in any fit state to work, would be empty. How convenient.
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