Name: Pansy Parkinson
Date: 12 January 1997
Format: Letter
Relevance: Evidence of the whereabouts of Draco Malfoy in 1997, the actions of Alecto and Amycus Carrow, and Parkinson's possible interest/involvement in Deatheater politics.
Note: Thanks so much to
exsequeverus for the stationary!
(
Dear Mother... )
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Well, I suppose they're learning to survive too. There are many different ways of learning.
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I don't really see how sane students can learn to survive in a system whose only function is to batter down all those who aren't willing to join your 'select group'.
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Well, I suppose so, yes.
*huffy* Listen, Fred, the point is that some of us *can* survive, and we should and we have to. It isn't any more for for you to impose on us your ideals of Dumbledore and so on - this system works just as well for us as his did for you.
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What, ideals like common decency? Like - *cuts himself off abruptly and bites down on his lip, before beginning again in a more measured voice*
There weren't any bloody impositions with Dumbledore. And there wasn't any need for survival, because no-one was threatened. *anger building* You stupid little girl, swallowing this shite.
Feel like I must apologise for Fred's rudeness, cause I ♥ Pansy. But he's particularly incensed when it comes to this topic, especially as Ginny is still at Hogwarts.
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*staring at him, trembling slightly, fingernails digging into her fists*
*finally, quietly, tears starting in her eyes*
Dumbledore's dead, Fred. I didn't want him to be. And frankly, without him, this world terrifies me. All of it terrifies me. Maybe I am a stupid little girl. I know I'm not a hero because you have to believe in something to be a hero and the only thing I believe in is survival.
*grits through her teeth*
If being the Carrow's little pet will keep me alive, then so be it.
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*sees the tears and feels a twinge of guilt, but carries on nonetheless* You might stay alive, but I don't know how you'll be able to live with yourself.
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*slowly* I. Don't. Care. What. You. Think.
*tosses her hair*
I get along just fine.
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Good job you don't, 'cause I think you're a cold bitch.
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Good! You ought to! After all, you are being hateful.
*flinches as if he's physically slapped her*
Fine. Well.
*takes a deep breath*
I suppose that's something that you think of me at all.
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I shouldn't have called you that. I'm sorry.
*with feeling, but reigning it back* I just don't understand how you can go along with it all, why you can't see it's wrong.
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It's all right.
*a reflex action, a parting shot*
I shouldn't have expected anything else of you, Fred.
*turns, exasperated*
What's wrong? We're talking about so many different things here and some of them I do admit are wrong, and others... others I don't.
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*level* I don't fight with girls. And I won't fight with you, even though you are infuriating.
You don't get it. I don't see how anything you do can be right - keeping your head down and going to class, writing letters home - if you're not fighting back. It's not what you do - it's what you're not doing.
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*makes an inarticulate gurgling sound of frustration* Ohhh! Gryffindors! You're worse than other boys ! Of course only what's right to you can be right at all.
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*narrows eyes, squinting slightly* It's the same for everyone. If you don't think something is right, by definition it must be wrong.
*almost-smirk* And you're wrong; Gryffindors are much better than other boys.
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But Fred, why do you care? Do you... like me, a little, even if I am infuriating?
*flips her hair* That's not what you're saying. You're saying if YOU personally don't think it's right, it must be wrong.
*returns the smirk, calculated* Better at what?
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