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(no subject) [Oct. 9th, 2003|01:47 pm]
Pansy Parkinson
[mood |confusedconfused]

Pansy didn't want to go to Potions first today. She just wanted to stay curled up in bed forever and not enter the cold, dripping dungeouns where she always felt cold. But she'd skipped too many classes this term to miss another one.
Begrudgling, she swung her legs out of bed and caught sight of her diary on her beside table. She hadn't written in it for weeks, so, taking a quill and performing the un-locking charm, she opened it at a fresh page and began to write.

Private Entry in Pansy's JournalCollapse )

Slamming the diary shut, she took another peice of parchment and began to write.

Owl to PatrickCollapse )

She stuffed the letter into an envelope but didn't seal it, not wanting to put the Parkinson crest on something which could be seen by others in Hufflepuff. Glancing at the clock, she hurridly got dressed in the hope that she could go to the Owlery before breakfast.
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~Locked to Draco~ (for whenever you're free, Robbie dear) [Oct. 8th, 2003|08:53 am]
Pansy Parkinson
Pansy sat in the common room, gazing into the fire, mesmerised by the flames licking at the logs. She ignored the mill and hubub of people around her, not being able to take her mind off what had happened with Draco yesterday. Her dreams that night had been haunted with images of Patrick, and guilt seemed to taunt her wherever she went. It wasn't as though she had anything serious with Patrick going on, but he was the first boy she had ever really liked.
"What am I going to do?" she mummered to herself, half wishing someone would appear and tell her.
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~Locked to Draco~ [Oct. 6th, 2003|12:35 pm]
Pansy Parkinson
[mood |relaxedrelaxed]

Pansy was in a good mood. The Parkinson crest had been re-designed by someone French and famous that her Father knew, and she had just been sent some beautiful new wax seals with the new design - much less fussy, elegant and graceful. Just like me, Pansy grinned smugly to herself. The sun was shining, she'd made up with Draco, and her love-life seemed to be taking a turn for the better. Ignoring the niggly reminder that the subject of her love-life was anything but suitable, she flounced down the stairs from the common room to go and relax in the sunshine during her lunchbreak... food could wait.
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(no subject) [Oct. 5th, 2003|08:06 pm]
Pansy Parkinson
Owl to PatrickCollapse )
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(no subject) [Oct. 3rd, 2003|07:09 pm]
Pansy Parkinson
Having arranged to meet Draco in the common room this afternoon, Pansy went downstairs and, true to his word, he was sitting on one of the large leather couches waiting for her. She bit her lip nervously, and walked over, tucking her hair anxiously behind her ears as she approached him.
"Hello," she said quietly, standing in front of him.
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Open [Oct. 1st, 2003|07:53 pm]
Pansy Parkinson
Pansy sat in the library trying to work, but she couldn't concentrate. Twirling a strand of her hair round her finger, she stared straight ahead in a mesmerised state of thought. Something interesting needs to happen around here, sharpish, she mused. Everything just seems so boring recently... and it's only the second month of term...
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(no subject) [Sep. 13th, 2003|04:05 pm]
Pansy Parkinson
Pansy tried to force herself into a more positive mood. There was nothing worse than bad company, she reminded herself, and she didn't want Draco to think she was in a strop... he'd simply go off her even more then.
Right. Poise. Smile. She walked the stairs up to the Entrance Hall, regarding the other students with superior distaste as they trapsed out the doors, waiting for Draco to come and meet her.
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(no subject) [Sep. 13th, 2003|03:46 pm]
Pansy Parkinson
Pansy signed off from the computer, made her way back to Slytherin, and into the girls dorm. It was empty.
Pansy had been thinking a lot lately. It wasn't like her to think... to worry. She couldn't help but let Potter's spiteful comments resound in her head, over and over...
"Winners lose. Money can be spent. Looks fade with time. The rest of us will be happy and loved and you'll be a lonely old hag..."
She bit down on her lips, flopping down on her bed and tracing the pattern on the quilt with her forefinger. The rest of us will be happy and loved...
She shook her head determindly. What does Potter know... he's just a Mudblood loving freak with no sense of stature. And besides, she wouldn't be alone - not ever. She had Draco. She always would have Draco. Even though their marriage would be false, their friendship would never be. He would protect her, and love her, and defend her... and run off with other men when they took his fancy, a voice whispered at the back of her head.
She dug her nails into the palms of her hand, trying to stop the furious prickling at the back of her eyes. It was no good - steadily, tears began to run down her cheeks as she tried to stifle a sob.
He was leaving her. She was loosing him. Things were so different now... he would dissapear every night, to do Merlin knows what... did she matter to him any more? Or was he more preoccupied in becoming the biggest slag Hogwarts had ever seen?
No, she told herself firmly. He hasn't forgotton about you. He wants to see you today - he even wrote it on his computer journal thing. Thing's haven't changed... you can't expect him to be with you all the time.
But there was the other thing Potter had said too. And you must not be all that informed if you think every Slytherin hates me. Check your facts. But it wasn't possible... Draco and... Potter? Pansy smirked slightly to herself and unconvincingly dismissed the thought.
Sniffing slightly and quickly running a finger under her eyes to wipe away the falling tears, Pansy stood up, put on her outdoor robes and grabbed her purse, and left the girls dorm, only feeling slightly better than she did when she had entered.
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(no subject) [Sep. 11th, 2003|04:39 pm]
Pansy Parkinson
Pansy sat on her stately dressing table, running her ruby encrusted brush through her thick, dark hair. It fell about her shoulders in waves, it shone and gleamed, and yet she kept brushing, staring into her own eyes in the mirror, trying to think properly.
It had been a few days since Draco had told her. It hadn't come as a surprise, and yet still she felt there was something he had yet to admitt. Something big.
No one knew Draco as well as Pansy. He was more of a brother to her than a friend. They had done nearly everything together since their first year of Hogwarts. He understood what it was like to crave sensible company. Millicent, Crabbe and Goyle were hardly the most stimulating friends in the world. She loved their discussions they would have late at night. They would bitch, moan, dream, and laugh together.
They hadn't been doing that so recently. Draco would keep dissapearing, and he wouldn't say where, and he would return, an uncomfortable look in his eyes... he was unsure of something. Pansy knew it - she could see it in his face. Nothing got past her when it came to Draco.
Could it be... he had met some one? A pang of jealousy just touched Pansy's heart. Not because she wanted to be that person - she laughed the thought off. Because it had only ever been her. She and Draco had always been best friends. It was always each other they would turn to if they needed it... it was just Draco and Pansy. That was just how it was. She didn't want some other man intruding on her best friends life, taking him away from her. She couldn't bare it if she and Draco drifted apart...
She bit down on her lip, hard, and set her brush down. Running her fingers anxiously through her hair, she stood up, trying to brush the thoughts away.
She was sure she would get to the bottom of this soon. She loved Draco like a brother, she wanted to know what it was that was bothering him.
And she would.
Wearily, Pansy exited her dorm, and trudged downstairs for Transfiguration, thoughts of handsome, dark strangers stealing her best friend away plauging her thoughts.
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(no subject) [Sep. 7th, 2003|06:30 pm]
Pansy Parkinson
Pansy sat curled up in the Slytherin common room on one of the big, plush green sofas. She stared wearily down at her Transfiguration homework, and began doodling down the side of her parchment.
No, she thought to herself. I must focus! This is due in tommorrow!
She frowned, and sighed noisily. Where was Draco when you needed him?
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