Fic: Freedom (Pansy, gen, PG)
Title: Freedom
Author: quietliban
Rating: PG
Disclaimer The Harry Potter universe and characters contain therein are property of JK Rowling and her associated publisher etc. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Pansy is free among the creatures she was brought up to despise.
Author’s Note: Written as part of omniocular’s February Challenge: Anywhere But Here. I chose #78 Australia (write what you know).
Many thanks go to janicechess who was lovely enough to beta this for me (any remaining errors are mine, and mine alone).
Freedom
It’s hot and it burns. The sun is stronger than anything she could ever have imagined in her short life. The tiny grains of quartz spill into her sandals [hot hot hot]. It stings, it burns, and Pansy thinks summer should never be like this.
Her cooling charms are failing and her skin is pink, red [burnt] with blisters bubbling on her shoulders. She has never been such a disgrace. Her flowing summer dress sticks and she gazes in envy at the Muggles who are lounging about on the sand, golden skin bronzing, exposed in between skimpy bikinis and over-large swimming trunks. But what is that? Oh, dear Merlin, she thinks as her vision is filled with a sight she had never hoped to see. A man as rotund as Horace Slughorn is wearing over-small swimming trunks and Pansy can not help but stare in disgusted fascination.
The Muggles here are even stranger than the Muggles at home, and she feels a pang of sadness, because she doesn’t have a home, at least, not any longer. She has a room, in a hotel- a Muggle hotel, and it amuses her [disgusts her] that she has to hide among the creatures that she was brought up to despise.
The Muggles here are different [the same], they are less reserved [more set], more fun loving [stringent in their ways], and more accepting [oh what a clever façade].
Run she had been told. [Run, run away, do not stay Pansy, do not stay].
So she ran. She ran here, to a city in the southern half of the world, which was young. She ran here, to this beach, with its too hot sand, its stony retaining wall, and its grassy parkland with palm trees.
She is scared. [They will find me. They will kill me].
And Draco is gone [Death Eater].
There is war [but far away from here, far, far away].
Here in this country, Pansy is safe [safe.] No one knows she is here, no one would come here [not here, not now. There is war]. She left no trace, she is going to survive. She is going to exist. [Not die].
Pansy walks along St Kilda beach. It’s hot and it burns. She has never been such a disgrace.
Author: quietliban
Rating: PG
Disclaimer The Harry Potter universe and characters contain therein are property of JK Rowling and her associated publisher etc. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: Pansy is free among the creatures she was brought up to despise.
Author’s Note: Written as part of omniocular’s February Challenge: Anywhere But Here. I chose #78 Australia (write what you know).
Many thanks go to janicechess who was lovely enough to beta this for me (any remaining errors are mine, and mine alone).
Freedom
It’s hot and it burns. The sun is stronger than anything she could ever have imagined in her short life. The tiny grains of quartz spill into her sandals [hot hot hot]. It stings, it burns, and Pansy thinks summer should never be like this.
Her cooling charms are failing and her skin is pink, red [burnt] with blisters bubbling on her shoulders. She has never been such a disgrace. Her flowing summer dress sticks and she gazes in envy at the Muggles who are lounging about on the sand, golden skin bronzing, exposed in between skimpy bikinis and over-large swimming trunks. But what is that? Oh, dear Merlin, she thinks as her vision is filled with a sight she had never hoped to see. A man as rotund as Horace Slughorn is wearing over-small swimming trunks and Pansy can not help but stare in disgusted fascination.
The Muggles here are even stranger than the Muggles at home, and she feels a pang of sadness, because she doesn’t have a home, at least, not any longer. She has a room, in a hotel- a Muggle hotel, and it amuses her [disgusts her] that she has to hide among the creatures that she was brought up to despise.
The Muggles here are different [the same], they are less reserved [more set], more fun loving [stringent in their ways], and more accepting [oh what a clever façade].
Run she had been told. [Run, run away, do not stay Pansy, do not stay].
So she ran. She ran here, to a city in the southern half of the world, which was young. She ran here, to this beach, with its too hot sand, its stony retaining wall, and its grassy parkland with palm trees.
She is scared. [They will find me. They will kill me].
And Draco is gone [Death Eater].
There is war [but far away from here, far, far away].
Here in this country, Pansy is safe [safe.] No one knows she is here, no one would come here [not here, not now. There is war]. She left no trace, she is going to survive. She is going to exist. [Not die].
Pansy walks along St Kilda beach. It’s hot and it burns. She has never been such a disgrace.