Post by Deleted on Jun 25, 2013 19:21:39 GMT -5
Name: Pansy Octavia Parkinson Age: Sixteen Occupation: Slytherin Student Blood Status: Pureblood Wand: 9'' Brittle, Augurey Tail Feather, Hawthorne Playby: Madison McLaughlin |  |
"Mum and dad remind me of puppies -- all bark and no bite. Seriously, they pretend they are his prestigious followers, but really when the storm comes, they hide themselves away from the thunder with their tails between their legs. Cowards -- they're horrible cowards, though I guess I can't really say much because, well, like mother like daughter right? I, too, hide behind my bark, but I'm not really all that threatening. I hate seeing pain, and I feel guilty if I ever have anything to do with it. It doesn't matter though, because in those moments, I feel like I've brought someone else to my height. Finally they know the feeling of not being loved, of being called ugly, of not being good enough. "When I was eleven, and Hogwarts finally sent me my letter, I was so happy I thought I might pass out from excitement. Of course, I didn't let anyone else see that happiness. I didn't tell anyone I was excited to leave my empty house where my parents didn't bother to give me any love. They were too busy trying to lift the family name out of the shadows within the pureblood community to notice that, look at that, they had a daughter! I kind of just learned to go with it though. It didn't do any good to try to earn their attention, because they would always give me this face that told me I was repulsive to them. I am not smart, I am not talented, I am not even pleasant to be around. But, to those who put up with me to be my friend, I was eternally grateful-- even when they didn't know it. So, I went to Hogwarts and left my parents with an empty house to come back to at the end of the day. "It didn't take me long to form a group of 'friends' from Slytherin. Daphne Greengrass, Millicent Bulstrode, and Tracey Davis were among the few that I didn't target with my insults, and so we kind of formed a group with which we could terrorize other girls with. I have never felt pretty, so I enjoyed finding other girls that were and making them feel awful-- as if being pretty was something bad or something that got you joked. I never ceased to feel bad when our victims started to cry, but I never let them see how I felt. It was easier that way. I soon after met Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle. I was never sure if they teased other people for the same reason I did, but I found in them companionship, and so I made quick friends with them too. "We often teased Gryffindors, and I found later that I did it mostly because I envied their courage. My whole family are horrible cowards, but all I wanted to be was brave and smart. In our second year, I fell badly for Draco, though I knew he wouldn't really ever return the feelings the way I wanted him to. Knowing that though never stopped me from displaying how I felt, and he hardly ever did anything to stop me. So, that was how we were for a while -- unofficial and fake. A few years later, Draco and I joined the Inquisitorial Squad together, along with Crabbe, Goyle, and several other Slytherins. It was easy, almost too easy, to inform Professor Umbridge of little things about Potter and his friends that I knew she wouldn't like. Professor Umbridge took notice of even my comments about the large oaf who didn't deserve to teach at Hogwarts. Her presence was exciting and productive against those I hated and envied. "Last October, and then December, Hogsmeade was attacked by the death eaters, resulting in many deaths and injuries. For some reason, I felt that because my parent's are death eaters, the attacks were somewhat my fault. I should know better than to feel that way, but so many people were killed and hurt, and my family had something to do with it. The events were horrible, and I can't stand to think that my parents expect me to become a killer and a pawn like they are. I may not be smart, but I'm not completely useless. I know what I want, and it's not to become a declared supporter of his. I just don't like I could hurt people like my parent's do-- I'm just not brave enough for work like that." |
Britt | 18 | EST | Mete
