RP: Lights will guide you home
Date: Sunday, April 7, 1999
Characters: Pansy Parkinson, Oren Parkinson (NPC) Violet Parkinson (NPC)
Location: Pansy's flat, Hogsmeade
Status: Private
Summary: The Parkinsons celebrate Easter. Sort of.
Completion: complete
A vase crashed in the living room, glass shattering and littering the rug. Pansy stared at the pieces, not daring to reach for her wand and vanish them. Not when the vase had been broken because of a silly little piece of wood.
Violet squeezed her older sister’s hand, putting on her bravest 14 year old face. When her sister had told her about their brother earlier in the week, she hadn’t believed the news. Pansy must have been playing a sick joke on her. Seeing her eyes, though, and the slight droop of her cheeks brought tears to her eyes. It was real. Oren was a Squib.
Pansy took a deep breath and calmly addressed their brother. Violet was amazed, and also scared of her sister in that moment- she seemed so collected. How could that be possible? Violet herself was barely keeping it together, but deep down knew her being at Hogwarts would keep her away from the majority of the drama. She was never so thankful to be in school.
“Oren. That’s enough.”
Oren Parkinson glared at his sisters. Them, with their magic. Their normal lives. What did they know? They weren’t the ones locked in a world they couldn’t access! “Shut the fuck up, Pansy. I hate you.”
Pansy stood now, facing her younger brother. “You are eleven. You will not use that language,” she said with her best authoritative voice.
“Fuck, shite, damn, bugger, and bloody sodding hell,” Oren screamed. “I’ll swear all I want to you fucking bitch!”
Pansy clenched her teeth and steeled her expression. “Sit. Down.” Oren picked up a picture frame and threw it at his sister’s head. Pansy ducked out of the way just in time, turning on her brother and pointing her wand at him. “Stupefy!”
Oren went stiff as a board and fell to the ground, his eyes darting around in fear. Violet screamed and ran to her little brother, looking to her sister in horror. “Pans! You stunned our brother!” Pansy rolled her eyes and sunk into the couch. “Nothing gets past you.”
“Fuck off!” Violet yelled rubbing Oren’s forehead. Pansy groaned and moved to sit on the floor of her flat with her sister and motionless brother.
“Listen, Oren. I’m going to say this once. No, you aren’t a wizard. Yes, that bloody well sucks. I’m sorry this happened to you, but dammit! Stop acting crazed!” Pansy released her brother from the spell, bracing herself for an attack. Instead of coming after her or trying to throw something else, Oren burst into tears, sobs wracking his small body. Violet started to cry not long after, and Pansy moved to sit behind both her siblings, pulling them to her. “We’ll be okay. We’ll be okay,” she soothed, hoping it was the truth.
Oren shook his head. “No. I’m nothing. I might as well just die!” Pansy grabbed her brother by the shoulders and pulled him onto her lap. He was getting so big- the position was more than a little awkward.
“Stop it. Don’t you dare talk like that, Oren. Matilda and I are working on it. You won’t be alone, and you are far more than nothing.” Oren buried his head in his sister’s neck, sobbing even harder. “I threw a picture at your head!” he cried.
Pansy laughed, stroking his head. “And I hexed you. I think we’re even.”
Staying calm was hard. Staying strong was harder still. Pansy knew, no matter how wonderful her aunt had been and would continue to be, this was her problem. Matilda would let Oren live with her for now, but his future was completely uncertain. Pansy knew he’d not make it in the Muggle world just yet, but didn’t want him hidden away from society, either. Where there any laws for Squibs? Not for the first time, Pansy knew she needed to talk to Hermione. If anyone would know, it would be her. Not to mention, the Magical Equality organization might be of assistance.
Once both Oren and Violet were calmed down, Pansy tucked them both into her double bed, taking a blanket to the couch and curling up. She summoned her planner and crossed several things off her list, staring at the few that remained.
Tell Neville
Write Mother and Father
Talk to Hermione
A day that was once a happy affair, filled with egg hunts and pastel robes was now depressing and dark. How strange it was- Easter was a favorite holiday in the Parkinson household. Instead of a large party with chocolate and sweets, friends and family, the three Parkinson children napped in a small flat in Hogsmeade, all alone with bits of left over ham for dinner. Pansy bought some chocolate, but it wasn’t really the same. Matilda had other arrangements, and offered to take them along, but Pansy declined, thinking a little time to themselves would be welcome. Things were going fine, until suddenly Oren lost it. She wasn’t surprised really- she had expected as much. Sighing and rubbing her tired eyes, she tucked her knees under her chin and, for the first time today, let herself cry.
Characters: Pansy Parkinson, Oren Parkinson (NPC) Violet Parkinson (NPC)
Location: Pansy's flat, Hogsmeade
Status: Private
Summary: The Parkinsons celebrate Easter. Sort of.
Completion: complete
A vase crashed in the living room, glass shattering and littering the rug. Pansy stared at the pieces, not daring to reach for her wand and vanish them. Not when the vase had been broken because of a silly little piece of wood.
Violet squeezed her older sister’s hand, putting on her bravest 14 year old face. When her sister had told her about their brother earlier in the week, she hadn’t believed the news. Pansy must have been playing a sick joke on her. Seeing her eyes, though, and the slight droop of her cheeks brought tears to her eyes. It was real. Oren was a Squib.
Pansy took a deep breath and calmly addressed their brother. Violet was amazed, and also scared of her sister in that moment- she seemed so collected. How could that be possible? Violet herself was barely keeping it together, but deep down knew her being at Hogwarts would keep her away from the majority of the drama. She was never so thankful to be in school.
“Oren. That’s enough.”
Oren Parkinson glared at his sisters. Them, with their magic. Their normal lives. What did they know? They weren’t the ones locked in a world they couldn’t access! “Shut the fuck up, Pansy. I hate you.”
Pansy stood now, facing her younger brother. “You are eleven. You will not use that language,” she said with her best authoritative voice.
“Fuck, shite, damn, bugger, and bloody sodding hell,” Oren screamed. “I’ll swear all I want to you fucking bitch!”
Pansy clenched her teeth and steeled her expression. “Sit. Down.” Oren picked up a picture frame and threw it at his sister’s head. Pansy ducked out of the way just in time, turning on her brother and pointing her wand at him. “Stupefy!”
Oren went stiff as a board and fell to the ground, his eyes darting around in fear. Violet screamed and ran to her little brother, looking to her sister in horror. “Pans! You stunned our brother!” Pansy rolled her eyes and sunk into the couch. “Nothing gets past you.”
“Fuck off!” Violet yelled rubbing Oren’s forehead. Pansy groaned and moved to sit on the floor of her flat with her sister and motionless brother.
“Listen, Oren. I’m going to say this once. No, you aren’t a wizard. Yes, that bloody well sucks. I’m sorry this happened to you, but dammit! Stop acting crazed!” Pansy released her brother from the spell, bracing herself for an attack. Instead of coming after her or trying to throw something else, Oren burst into tears, sobs wracking his small body. Violet started to cry not long after, and Pansy moved to sit behind both her siblings, pulling them to her. “We’ll be okay. We’ll be okay,” she soothed, hoping it was the truth.
Oren shook his head. “No. I’m nothing. I might as well just die!” Pansy grabbed her brother by the shoulders and pulled him onto her lap. He was getting so big- the position was more than a little awkward.
“Stop it. Don’t you dare talk like that, Oren. Matilda and I are working on it. You won’t be alone, and you are far more than nothing.” Oren buried his head in his sister’s neck, sobbing even harder. “I threw a picture at your head!” he cried.
Pansy laughed, stroking his head. “And I hexed you. I think we’re even.”
Staying calm was hard. Staying strong was harder still. Pansy knew, no matter how wonderful her aunt had been and would continue to be, this was her problem. Matilda would let Oren live with her for now, but his future was completely uncertain. Pansy knew he’d not make it in the Muggle world just yet, but didn’t want him hidden away from society, either. Where there any laws for Squibs? Not for the first time, Pansy knew she needed to talk to Hermione. If anyone would know, it would be her. Not to mention, the Magical Equality organization might be of assistance.
Once both Oren and Violet were calmed down, Pansy tucked them both into her double bed, taking a blanket to the couch and curling up. She summoned her planner and crossed several things off her list, staring at the few that remained.
Tell Neville
Write Mother and Father
Talk to Hermione
A day that was once a happy affair, filled with egg hunts and pastel robes was now depressing and dark. How strange it was- Easter was a favorite holiday in the Parkinson household. Instead of a large party with chocolate and sweets, friends and family, the three Parkinson children napped in a small flat in Hogsmeade, all alone with bits of left over ham for dinner. Pansy bought some chocolate, but it wasn’t really the same. Matilda had other arrangements, and offered to take them along, but Pansy declined, thinking a little time to themselves would be welcome. Things were going fine, until suddenly Oren lost it. She wasn’t surprised really- she had expected as much. Sighing and rubbing her tired eyes, she tucked her knees under her chin and, for the first time today, let herself cry.