4088: Through the Eyes of the Serpent - Pansy Parkinson
For today, I wasn’t expecting this one.
TITLE: Through the Eyes of the Serpent
PERPETRATOR: Neurotic Horcrux
SUE-O-METER: Okay, possibly eventually good.
COVER/BANNER ART:
SUMMARY:” I never intended to buy myself a ticket to death, I value my life as much as Voldemort values his; and I certainly did not ask to wake up in Pansy Parkinson's body, I was content with being a muggle. Shameless self-insertion”
FULL NAME: Pansy Parkinson
SPECIES: self-insert
HAIR: n/a
EYES: n/a
MARKINGS: n/a
POSSESSIONS: The fortunes of a Parkinson, which may not be a good thing.
CONNECTION TO CANON: The three chapters that are up cover the first seven years of life, and set up.
ORIGIN: We have a story where someone did one of those waking up in the Harry Potter, but more specifically a canon character instead of an OC.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: The writer’s making me actually pity Pansy. In other words, they’ve done a good job so far. Yeah, it’s a self-insert, but there is a major difference between this and what we usually get.
NOTES: Says the writer on their profile, “I also might have scored a 50 in a Mary Sue Litimus Test as myself because I’m an awesome special snowflake.
SAMPLE:
When they eventually saw fit to end my torture, I was sent back to the arms of the dark-haired woman who apparently was still not fond of me, standing next to us was a willowy, lanky man, whose black eyes held nothing but disdain and disappointment when he looked at me. They were talking to each other, in mere low mumbles that even with the sharpened auditory senses of an infant, I was not able to make out most of the words they said. But I did catch a few words like 'heir', 'pureblood', and they called me 'Pansy'.
Lady Parkinson.
Pansy.
Pansy Parkinson, like the Pansy Parkinson in Harry Potter, who was known for obsessing with Draco Malfoy.
The rational part of me cried in vehement protest of coming into this illogical and unscientific conclusion, but no other reasons would explain the invisible bonds that held me in place when they were bathing me. Naturally, I did all I could as an infant who could not even make a coherent phrase: wailing on top of my lungs, until the unpleasant man, my father, shut me up with a lazy wave of a thin log - his wand, by turning my cries inaudible even to my own ears. I was both fascinated and terrified by this real, genuine display of magic. As any other Harry Potter fan, I have had this wild childhood dream of being a part of the Harry Potter world, but now I was scared, scared of the abhorrent things that they would do to me if they discovered the muggle soul being hosted by the body of a pureblood, the muggle soul who knew too much.
TITLE: Through the Eyes of the Serpent
PERPETRATOR: Neurotic Horcrux
SUE-O-METER: Okay, possibly eventually good.
COVER/BANNER ART:
SUMMARY:” I never intended to buy myself a ticket to death, I value my life as much as Voldemort values his; and I certainly did not ask to wake up in Pansy Parkinson's body, I was content with being a muggle. Shameless self-insertion”
FULL NAME: Pansy Parkinson
SPECIES: self-insert
HAIR: n/a
EYES: n/a
MARKINGS: n/a
POSSESSIONS: The fortunes of a Parkinson, which may not be a good thing.
CONNECTION TO CANON: The three chapters that are up cover the first seven years of life, and set up.
ORIGIN: We have a story where someone did one of those waking up in the Harry Potter, but more specifically a canon character instead of an OC.
SPECIAL ABILITIES: The writer’s making me actually pity Pansy. In other words, they’ve done a good job so far. Yeah, it’s a self-insert, but there is a major difference between this and what we usually get.
NOTES: Says the writer on their profile, “I also might have scored a 50 in a Mary Sue Litimus Test as myself because I’m an awesome special snowflake.
SAMPLE:
When they eventually saw fit to end my torture, I was sent back to the arms of the dark-haired woman who apparently was still not fond of me, standing next to us was a willowy, lanky man, whose black eyes held nothing but disdain and disappointment when he looked at me. They were talking to each other, in mere low mumbles that even with the sharpened auditory senses of an infant, I was not able to make out most of the words they said. But I did catch a few words like 'heir', 'pureblood', and they called me 'Pansy'.
Lady Parkinson.
Pansy.
Pansy Parkinson, like the Pansy Parkinson in Harry Potter, who was known for obsessing with Draco Malfoy.
The rational part of me cried in vehement protest of coming into this illogical and unscientific conclusion, but no other reasons would explain the invisible bonds that held me in place when they were bathing me. Naturally, I did all I could as an infant who could not even make a coherent phrase: wailing on top of my lungs, until the unpleasant man, my father, shut me up with a lazy wave of a thin log - his wand, by turning my cries inaudible even to my own ears. I was both fascinated and terrified by this real, genuine display of magic. As any other Harry Potter fan, I have had this wild childhood dream of being a part of the Harry Potter world, but now I was scared, scared of the abhorrent things that they would do to me if they discovered the muggle soul being hosted by the body of a pureblood, the muggle soul who knew too much.