Challenge #69 - Word Table
Title: Pansy Drabbles
Rating/Warnings: Um, none? PG for drinking
Characters/Pairing: Pansy Parkinson (Intentions of: Blaise/Pansy, Draco/Pansy, Cormac/Pansy, Daphne/Pansy, Harry/Pansy. Not in that order, I like to keep you guessing!)
Summary: Pansy has had a number of relationships that have each meant something very different and very special to her.
Word Count: 951
Author's Notes: I only managed to do to the 5th one before running out of time. :(
Registered purchases?: Both, registered
TRUST
It didn't seem likely that Pansy would make it to the platform in time. She wouldn't usually mind, missing the Hogwarts Express certainly had its upsides, but this year she had wanted to see her housemates before school, there was a lot of gossip to be shared and she didn't want to miss a moment of it. Not to mention, the fact that she wasn't there, would give them the perfect opportunity to gossip about her and she really didn't want that. The thought spurred her on as she ran through the entrance leaving her trunks and luggage at the entrance, she would send for them later.
Fumbling in her pocket, she flicked her wand causing it to glow warm, knowing that with this message, if he could, and of course he could, no one was nearly as charming, he would try to hold up the train. She could count on him, she always could.
ACCIO
Gripping her head tightly with her hand, Pansy rolled over in bed, groaning. Last night was certainly...interesting. Still unable to open her eyes, she waved her arm erratically, patting down the space in the bed next to her. Empty already, hardly a surprise; by now she should really know better. “Acc-” she croaked, her throat not yet ready for full speech, but she was unable to reach the glass of water on her bedside table.
She lay back, her hand still over her eyes, and sighed, wondering how the hell she'd be able to get out of bed this morning (or was it the afternoon already?), her hangover was only just reaching its peak.
Suddenly, she felt a cold glass being placed in her hand. Her eyes fluttered a few times before she was fully able to open them, finally seeing who had brought the water.
“-io.” She finished, smiling at him. “Should have known it would take a spell to keep you here in the morning.”
HOPEFUL
“And then she started crying!” Pansy screeched, finishing the story of her latest attempt at humiliating Hermione to all her friends, as they listened on with rapt attention.
Leaning back against the tree, she finally allowed someone else to talk, while she just sat and basked in the fantastic day she was having, the sun shining on her face, her favourite person sitting close to her. As they listened to Blaise repeat some bawdy joke he had heard from one of his many stepfathers, she inched her hand, very slowly, closer to his, trying to be subtle. Not far had she moved when she already found his, their fingers quietly entwined and she tried not to look at him. Laughing when Blaise reached the end of his joke, she finally took the chance to glance at his face and noticed him glimpsing back, a smile far too wide to just be just from humour, she allowed her eyes to catch his, sparkling.
This day couldn't get any better, but she hoped it somehow would.
REPARO
Hearing a sickening crunch, Pansy bent down, looking for what she had stepped on. Under her feet was a cracked piece of glass over a torn piece of a photograph.
Well, at least she hadn't broken anything not already destroyed. Pulling the scrap out from her foot, not even daring to move, she gazed at it for a while, an image of herself just a year younger staring out, grinning and waving, so happy, a phantom arm still around her shoulders but the part which showed who the arm belonged to was gone.
Pansy vaguely remembered how it had happened, it was just yesterday, but the whole night was a blurred, tinged by fire-whisky and a prolonged fit of rage, she just couldn't recall the exact events.
Disgusted, both by the photograph and with herself, she scrunched it up and threw it behind the bed and stared around her room, once a bastion of class and elegance with just a small hint of who she was, a small selection of pictures around her dressing mirror, both the mirror and the pictures now gone along with the class and elegance, her room now trashed and destroyed.
Sinking to the floor, head in hands, she prepared herself for what she had to do: clear up before her parents got home. Picking up her wand and pointing it at the mirror, she whispered “Reparo”, wondering if she would still get seven years bad luck, or whether it would at least be halved by her attempt at fixing it.
TERRIFIED
“Not long now, can't you hear it?” Pansy looked over at her friends who were huddled together, staring out the window. She could hear the excitement in their voices and she knew she should be there with them. She thought it was what she wanted, but now, she was perhaps not so sure. Huddling down into the armchair next to the fire, she surveyed the common room, the dungeons beneath the castle. Anticipation was in the air and no one was sleeping, she felt like she was the only one in the room who just wanted to go downstairs to her bedroom and sleep through the whole thing, but that kind of thinking was poisonous, she couldn't let anybody know.
Closing her eyes, she tried to doze on the chair, anything other than sitting there, waiting, but she was too hyped up to sleep, too scared. Just as she was about to stand up, to go and find something to do to take her mind off it, she felt someone slide into the chair next to her, pulling her close to them and grabbing her hand. She looked up, already knowing who it would be. Snuggling in, she tried to take comfort, but not even that could take her mind off what was to come.
951/50 = 19.02 + 10 = 29 points
Rachel//Ravenclaw
Rating/Warnings: Um, none? PG for drinking
Characters/Pairing: Pansy Parkinson (Intentions of: Blaise/Pansy, Draco/Pansy, Cormac/Pansy, Daphne/Pansy, Harry/Pansy. Not in that order, I like to keep you guessing!)
Summary: Pansy has had a number of relationships that have each meant something very different and very special to her.
Word Count: 951
Author's Notes: I only managed to do to the 5th one before running out of time. :(
Registered purchases?: Both, registered
TRUST
It didn't seem likely that Pansy would make it to the platform in time. She wouldn't usually mind, missing the Hogwarts Express certainly had its upsides, but this year she had wanted to see her housemates before school, there was a lot of gossip to be shared and she didn't want to miss a moment of it. Not to mention, the fact that she wasn't there, would give them the perfect opportunity to gossip about her and she really didn't want that. The thought spurred her on as she ran through the entrance leaving her trunks and luggage at the entrance, she would send for them later.
Fumbling in her pocket, she flicked her wand causing it to glow warm, knowing that with this message, if he could, and of course he could, no one was nearly as charming, he would try to hold up the train. She could count on him, she always could.
ACCIO
Gripping her head tightly with her hand, Pansy rolled over in bed, groaning. Last night was certainly...interesting. Still unable to open her eyes, she waved her arm erratically, patting down the space in the bed next to her. Empty already, hardly a surprise; by now she should really know better. “Acc-” she croaked, her throat not yet ready for full speech, but she was unable to reach the glass of water on her bedside table.
She lay back, her hand still over her eyes, and sighed, wondering how the hell she'd be able to get out of bed this morning (or was it the afternoon already?), her hangover was only just reaching its peak.
Suddenly, she felt a cold glass being placed in her hand. Her eyes fluttered a few times before she was fully able to open them, finally seeing who had brought the water.
“-io.” She finished, smiling at him. “Should have known it would take a spell to keep you here in the morning.”
HOPEFUL
“And then she started crying!” Pansy screeched, finishing the story of her latest attempt at humiliating Hermione to all her friends, as they listened on with rapt attention.
Leaning back against the tree, she finally allowed someone else to talk, while she just sat and basked in the fantastic day she was having, the sun shining on her face, her favourite person sitting close to her. As they listened to Blaise repeat some bawdy joke he had heard from one of his many stepfathers, she inched her hand, very slowly, closer to his, trying to be subtle. Not far had she moved when she already found his, their fingers quietly entwined and she tried not to look at him. Laughing when Blaise reached the end of his joke, she finally took the chance to glance at his face and noticed him glimpsing back, a smile far too wide to just be just from humour, she allowed her eyes to catch his, sparkling.
This day couldn't get any better, but she hoped it somehow would.
REPARO
Hearing a sickening crunch, Pansy bent down, looking for what she had stepped on. Under her feet was a cracked piece of glass over a torn piece of a photograph.
Well, at least she hadn't broken anything not already destroyed. Pulling the scrap out from her foot, not even daring to move, she gazed at it for a while, an image of herself just a year younger staring out, grinning and waving, so happy, a phantom arm still around her shoulders but the part which showed who the arm belonged to was gone.
Pansy vaguely remembered how it had happened, it was just yesterday, but the whole night was a blurred, tinged by fire-whisky and a prolonged fit of rage, she just couldn't recall the exact events.
Disgusted, both by the photograph and with herself, she scrunched it up and threw it behind the bed and stared around her room, once a bastion of class and elegance with just a small hint of who she was, a small selection of pictures around her dressing mirror, both the mirror and the pictures now gone along with the class and elegance, her room now trashed and destroyed.
Sinking to the floor, head in hands, she prepared herself for what she had to do: clear up before her parents got home. Picking up her wand and pointing it at the mirror, she whispered “Reparo”, wondering if she would still get seven years bad luck, or whether it would at least be halved by her attempt at fixing it.
TERRIFIED
“Not long now, can't you hear it?” Pansy looked over at her friends who were huddled together, staring out the window. She could hear the excitement in their voices and she knew she should be there with them. She thought it was what she wanted, but now, she was perhaps not so sure. Huddling down into the armchair next to the fire, she surveyed the common room, the dungeons beneath the castle. Anticipation was in the air and no one was sleeping, she felt like she was the only one in the room who just wanted to go downstairs to her bedroom and sleep through the whole thing, but that kind of thinking was poisonous, she couldn't let anybody know.
Closing her eyes, she tried to doze on the chair, anything other than sitting there, waiting, but she was too hyped up to sleep, too scared. Just as she was about to stand up, to go and find something to do to take her mind off it, she felt someone slide into the chair next to her, pulling her close to them and grabbing her hand. She looked up, already knowing who it would be. Snuggling in, she tried to take comfort, but not even that could take her mind off what was to come.
951/50 = 19.02 + 10 = 29 points
Rachel//Ravenclaw