RP: An evening with mother
Date: Tuesday, 30 July 1999
Characters: Parvati Patil, Amshula Patil (NPC)
Location: The Italian Kitchen
Status: Private
Summary: Parvati has dinner with her mother.
Status: complete
"Parvati, if you are feeling less than excited about your job, you should really consider something else," Amshula scolded, sipping her water and looking across the table at her daughter. "I think it was lovely to try working there, but really, is it what you want?"
Parvati closed her eyes briefly. How had she thought her mother wanted to see her merely because she wanted to see her. She loved her mother, really and truly, but there was almost always an ulterior motive. "Mother, I'm happy where I am. Sure, it's not perfect, but I don't think all jobs are supposed to be."
Amshula pursed her lips. Parvati was smart, that wasn't an issue. She just didn't think she was suited for a life at the Ministry. "I shan't tell you want to do, dear. I just want you to enjoy your work, and not miss out on other opportunities."
"Like what, mother? Meeting a respectable husband?" she asked bitterly, knowing she'd be scolded for using that tone with her mother almost instantly. "I'm sorry. I just want you to support me, and not press me into something I'm not ready for," she added, hoping that would quell her mother's anger.
"I don't want you to find a husband," Amshula said, her voice low, "but I don't want you wasting away doing something you don't like." Parvati suppressed a snort, knowing if her mother were having this conversation with Padma it would be entirely different.
"All right. I'll keep that in mind." She really didn't want to argue about this any longer. It seemed that nearly every conversation she had with her parents lately revolved around her career choice. Her parents thought that she was making a mistake in her desire to work for the Ministry in the Communications department. Why, Parvati still hadn't figured out. She hoped it was because they sensed she wasn't as happy as she could be, but worried it was due to their lack of faith in her.
Parvati knew she had many faults. She was almost always late, forgot things regularly, was too flirtatious, and put things off to the last minute far more often than she should. Still, she received a respectable number of NEWTs and had a good job. She knew she wasn't as dedicated as Padma, but she was able to learn the same material her sister was. She just didn't take as much pleasure in it.
She wanted to be taken seriously and not be seen as the ditsy twin who only cared about boys and looks, but she didn't want to give up those things, either. Parvati knew she was asking for the best of both worlds, and maybe her parents were right to question her dedication. She'd just have to prove to them she could work hard, and stop complaining that her job was boring. She could put in more effort, and try to get more things to do.
Irrational crushes weren't helping things, so Parvati decided then and there to throw herself into her work to distract her. She didn't want her parents pushing her towards finding a man, so maybe she needed to stop worrying about that herself. She could practice what she preached- she'd just have to focus.
Characters: Parvati Patil, Amshula Patil (NPC)
Location: The Italian Kitchen
Status: Private
Summary: Parvati has dinner with her mother.
Status: complete
"Parvati, if you are feeling less than excited about your job, you should really consider something else," Amshula scolded, sipping her water and looking across the table at her daughter. "I think it was lovely to try working there, but really, is it what you want?"
Parvati closed her eyes briefly. How had she thought her mother wanted to see her merely because she wanted to see her. She loved her mother, really and truly, but there was almost always an ulterior motive. "Mother, I'm happy where I am. Sure, it's not perfect, but I don't think all jobs are supposed to be."
Amshula pursed her lips. Parvati was smart, that wasn't an issue. She just didn't think she was suited for a life at the Ministry. "I shan't tell you want to do, dear. I just want you to enjoy your work, and not miss out on other opportunities."
"Like what, mother? Meeting a respectable husband?" she asked bitterly, knowing she'd be scolded for using that tone with her mother almost instantly. "I'm sorry. I just want you to support me, and not press me into something I'm not ready for," she added, hoping that would quell her mother's anger.
"I don't want you to find a husband," Amshula said, her voice low, "but I don't want you wasting away doing something you don't like." Parvati suppressed a snort, knowing if her mother were having this conversation with Padma it would be entirely different.
"All right. I'll keep that in mind." She really didn't want to argue about this any longer. It seemed that nearly every conversation she had with her parents lately revolved around her career choice. Her parents thought that she was making a mistake in her desire to work for the Ministry in the Communications department. Why, Parvati still hadn't figured out. She hoped it was because they sensed she wasn't as happy as she could be, but worried it was due to their lack of faith in her.
Parvati knew she had many faults. She was almost always late, forgot things regularly, was too flirtatious, and put things off to the last minute far more often than she should. Still, she received a respectable number of NEWTs and had a good job. She knew she wasn't as dedicated as Padma, but she was able to learn the same material her sister was. She just didn't take as much pleasure in it.
She wanted to be taken seriously and not be seen as the ditsy twin who only cared about boys and looks, but she didn't want to give up those things, either. Parvati knew she was asking for the best of both worlds, and maybe her parents were right to question her dedication. She'd just have to prove to them she could work hard, and stop complaining that her job was boring. She could put in more effort, and try to get more things to do.
Irrational crushes weren't helping things, so Parvati decided then and there to throw herself into her work to distract her. She didn't want her parents pushing her towards finding a man, so maybe she needed to stop worrying about that herself. She could practice what she preached- she'd just have to focus.