Personal: Six A.M.
Title: Six A.M.
Date: July 31st, 1998.
Time of Day: Early morning/sunrise.
Characters: Pansy and Pandora (mother) Parkinson.
Location: Pansy's room and grounds, Parkinson Estate.
Status: Personal
Brief Summary: Pansy and her mother watch the sun rise.
Completion: Complete.
Warnings: None.
The clock in the hall chimed six A.M.
Pansy had always been an early riser, but six was too early even for her, especially after the restless night she had had. She was worried about her mother, who was looking more and more ill by the day. She was worried about her father, who she hadn't seen in months and had only heard from once since he had managed to get away from the Battle of Hogwarts. She was worried about Draco, who she hadn't heard from recently, either, and was having to go through not only his own trial, but those of his parents. She was worried about her own health, from being in charge of the large Parkinson Estate and worrying so much. It was wearing her down, her reserve of energy having been depleted over the past few weeks.
Seated at a table by the window, the young witch had a view of the grounds; they were just coming into view thanks to the sunlight that was slowly starting to creep into the air. The sun was rising.
Pansy wasn't sure if she had ever bothered to watch the sun rise. Abruptly standing up, Pansy crossed her room, threw open the door of her wardrobe, and pulled out a warm, comfortable set of robes. Bare feet echoed down the wood flooring of the hall as she rushed to the stairs, down them, and out the front door, nearly running over two house elves and barely avoiding stepping on her mother's cranky old cat's tail.
Robes now straightened and gathered around her, Pansy gripped at the railing of the wide front porch. The sky was slowly starting to turn rosy-orange, replacing the greys and blues of night. She didn't turn as she heard the door open behind her, followed by light footsteps and the rustle of long skirts. A thin arm settled around her shoulder, and she turned slightly into the embrace to let her head rest against her mother's chest. The sun had risen completely before either of them spoke.
"I miss him."
"I miss him, too, mum."
Nothing else was said and neither moved until a house elf timidly informed them that breakfast was ready.
Date: July 31st, 1998.
Time of Day: Early morning/sunrise.
Characters: Pansy and Pandora (mother) Parkinson.
Location: Pansy's room and grounds, Parkinson Estate.
Status: Personal
Brief Summary: Pansy and her mother watch the sun rise.
Completion: Complete.
Warnings: None.
The clock in the hall chimed six A.M.
Pansy had always been an early riser, but six was too early even for her, especially after the restless night she had had. She was worried about her mother, who was looking more and more ill by the day. She was worried about her father, who she hadn't seen in months and had only heard from once since he had managed to get away from the Battle of Hogwarts. She was worried about Draco, who she hadn't heard from recently, either, and was having to go through not only his own trial, but those of his parents. She was worried about her own health, from being in charge of the large Parkinson Estate and worrying so much. It was wearing her down, her reserve of energy having been depleted over the past few weeks.
Seated at a table by the window, the young witch had a view of the grounds; they were just coming into view thanks to the sunlight that was slowly starting to creep into the air. The sun was rising.
Pansy wasn't sure if she had ever bothered to watch the sun rise. Abruptly standing up, Pansy crossed her room, threw open the door of her wardrobe, and pulled out a warm, comfortable set of robes. Bare feet echoed down the wood flooring of the hall as she rushed to the stairs, down them, and out the front door, nearly running over two house elves and barely avoiding stepping on her mother's cranky old cat's tail.
Robes now straightened and gathered around her, Pansy gripped at the railing of the wide front porch. The sky was slowly starting to turn rosy-orange, replacing the greys and blues of night. She didn't turn as she heard the door open behind her, followed by light footsteps and the rustle of long skirts. A thin arm settled around her shoulder, and she turned slightly into the embrace to let her head rest against her mother's chest. The sun had risen completely before either of them spoke.
"I miss him."
"I miss him, too, mum."
Nothing else was said and neither moved until a house elf timidly informed them that breakfast was ready.