Pansy Parkinson

Pandora Sybill Parkinson, 19 Seventh Year Slytherin Prefect

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“Why do I have to go in white again?” Draco asked as he tried to fix the collar of his shirt only to have his hand swatted away by Pansy. They were getting dressed for a New Year’s Eve party. Obviously, he didn’t have a choice in what he was to wear. The moment he entered Pansy’s room, he was met with a paper bag with his name on it.

“It’s a Brazilian tradition to wear white on New Year’s Eve.” Pansy said as she went to sit on her vanity table. “It symbolizes peace and spiritual purification.” She put down her mascara wand in thought. “Or was it good luck, you know, I’m not really sure, but you just have to trust me on this one!” This wasn’t the first time Pansy pulled something like this on Draco. Since it’s usually only fashion-related decisions, he would always let it slide.

Pansy excitedly walked towards Draco, taking his hand and guiding him in front of her bedroom mirror. “Olhe aqui,“ She whispered as she looked at both of them, fixing the pleats of her skirt. “Você está incrível” She said with a warm smile - one reserved only for him. She knows Draco doesn’t understand Portugese, but her tone probably gave the compliment away. Besides, she also knows it drives him crazy when she speaks it. 

After a few more seconds of looking at their reflection, Pansy came to a realization. It just dawned on her what they looked like all clad in white and hand in hand. Mortified of what she could have insinuated, she quickly pulled away in panic. “Or we could change! I mean, it’s probably not that big of a deal, vovô will understand.” And just like that, Pansy had her belt off and was unzipping the back of her dress with a charm. Confused as to why it didn’t fully open, she looked back to see Draco holding the pull. After placing a soft kiss on her neck, he pulled it up, effectively getting her dressed again. Pansy had no words, so she settled for a kiss.

[pandora-parkinson]

angelina johnson

At her sarcastic remark, Angelina her a look that said, I’m being nice, but my patience is short. Don’t blow this. Parkinson was not on her list of people she wanted to spend time with, but she was sucking up her pride for once so the Slytherin could at least do the same. The alone thought made her want to vomit. Still, she couldn’t get the imagine of the other girl’s face a few moments ago out of her head. It frightened her a little bit. What in the world could cause the infamous Pansy Parkinson to break down, and in public no less?

Angelina snorted. “Too good to be true is an understatement.” It was what she had been thinking ever since she agreed to start the search for this troublesome wish. It only caused her to remember that her sister was sick and dying somewhere. Which coincidentally was what Parkinson brought up. “You know, the usual. Money, glory, peace.” The look on the other girl’s face almost had her willing to open up and spill her secrets, but she’d barely been able to get it out when she was talking to George. She couldn’t spill her guts on the grass next to the Black Lake. She ignored the go away part. No one deserved to be left alone in a state like this. “What would you want?”

"You Gryffindors sure don’t know how to lie.” Pansy said as she picked up a rock beside her and threw it on the lake, making it skip thrice. She didn’t even know why she asked. It’s not as if she expected the girl she tortured with her words during her time at Hogwarts to open up to her, which makes it all the more insane that Pansy’s here right now opening herself up.

“My mother hasn’t heard from my father in a week.” Pansy said, her voice so hushed Angelina could’ve easily mistaken it for something else. “Our entire family can’t trace him. I’ve no idea where he is.” Now that was a lie. Last they heard, he was on his way to Ogasawara. It wasn’t exactly a touristy place, and they had better beaches in Brazil. The only thing they had there that could possibly of interest to Paavo was Mahoutokoro. A month before Pansy went to Hogwarts, he was in Uganda. It doesn’t take a genius to realize that he’s visiting all the Wizarding Schools. For what, Pansy doesn’t know. Perhaps those who were free and still loyal to the Dark Lord were planning some revenge or escape. She really has no clue. She has always been kept in the dark in their family matters. It used to be a good thing, but now she’s not quite sure.

“I don’t know what I’d wish for.” Pansy hesitantly started. “I mean, I don’t know the words.” She was still skeptical about the wish, and there were lot of things she would wish for. She would wish Hogwarts weren’t so backwards allowing a muggle to be head girl. Perhaps muggles wouldn’t be allowed there at all if Pansy had her way. She would also want her friends to be safe and happy, that their lives were better and their families complete, hers included. “I know this is a sight to behold,” Pansy said with a scoff as she wiped her eyes again, smudging a bit of her mascara. “Pansy Parkinson breaking down at the thought of a wish. A lot of you would probably say I have it all.”

[pandora-parkinson]

daphne

Daphne couldn’t help but laugh at her best friend’s remarks, a small shrug following behind it. “What can I say, Pansy? I’m a changed woman now!” Of course she was simply teasing, though she couldn’t help but feel as if finding the first task restored a bit of her that she had lost ;; her popularity. People were suddenly paying attention to her again, and if anything, people had now started seeing her as competition. Considering she had never been deemed the smart one, this was definitely a much needed self esteem boost.

The conversation took a turn for somber, Daphne’s face sobering up. Draco and her would be careful, that much was certain – though Daphne could be a bit reckless with this whole thing. She just wanted to win so bad. Draco was definitely the responsible one between the pair, helping her out with all the complex magic and bits involving common sense. Her best friend’s confession caused her to smile softly, hand reaching out for Pansy to hold onto. “I’d be lost without you too, love, but I assure you, the two of us are being absolutely careful.”

Pansy’s well-aware of what people have been saying behind Daphne’s backs. Daft Greengrass, they would call her. She wasn’t particularly bright, but she wasn’t stupid. She’s been her friend ever since they were young, and Pansy would never say an anything bad against her. She could see how much getting ahead in the riddle game meant to her, so long as she and Draco were safe, Pansy was fine with it.

“Now, what’s the hot goss, Daph? I hear Goldstein’s got his eye on you.” She teased as they walked down the halls “ Just let me know if there’s anyone in particular you fancy as well. I have to make sure they’re sanitized before they get their hands on you.”

[pandora-parkinson]

reverse![ clean ]: cheek & gunpowder from his inventions/jokes

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Pansy doesn’t usually suffer from nightmares, but when she does, it’s impossible for her to fall back to sleep. The moment she woke up in a jolt, she let out a sigh of relief after realizing that she’s at her childhood house in Brazil. She’s not in Hogwarts anymore. That was a year ago, and she’s left all that behind - all the prejudice and bigotry. Sometimes she dreams she’s still the person she once was, and she sees all the faces of her friends now suffering because of her.

Still lightheaded from her troubled sleep, she slipped on a light robe and stepped out to their stables. It was near the shore and you could see the horses resting or sometimes, roaming freely. It always calmed her as a child. As she got nearer, she heard some faint pops and saw lights flashing in the distance. “O que você está fazendo aqui?!” Her voice was louder than the crackers as she marched up to the figure, her wand drawn and ready. "Oh, sorry, I - did I wake you?“ It was the Weasley twin with the missing ear. It took Pansy about five seconds to register what was happening. About two weeks ago, she invited Angelina to stay at her place in Brazil for the Quidditch World Cup. Pansy also gave her two extra passes so she could bring other friends who would enjoy it more than Pansy would. Naturally, she chose the twins.

“No, you didn’t. I was already awake.” Pansy said, a bit embarrassed about how she yelled at him at Portugese. “I wasn’t hexing you, by the way. But now that I see you woke up my favorite horse, Agostinho, I might just.” She teased as she put her wand back in her pocket. “What are you doing here anyway?” It was dark out, but with the help of the nearby lamps, Pansy saw the gunpowder all over the floor and all over his face. “Uhh, I was just testing some stuff I had prepared for the game later tonight.” He explained as he bent over a bit, fiddling with the invention he had laid out on the ground. “Still needs a bit of fixing. What about you? Don’t tell me you just like to visit Agostinho at 2 in the morning.” Pansy rolled her eyes at him. To her, it was probably obvious she had just woken up, but even with a bare face and her hair up in a loose bun, she still looked ready for a night out.

“I just,” Pansy thought about whether or not she should tell him about her nightmare. They weren’t that close, but Angelina trusted him and he was staying at her house. Pansy tried her best to remind herself that she has changed, and she hasn’t got much to lose by telling to truth. “I had a nightmare.” She said softly, as she took a seat on the ground with George following right after her. “I was having dinner with You-Know-Who. My entire family was there, the Malfoys were there. It seemed like a normal dinner until the Dark Lord raised a glass and toasted to my name. He thanked me for handing Harry over to him.” 

It took her a while to get all the words out, and the moment she did, Pansy started to feel self-conscious about her story. It was nothing compared to what George and his friends had experienced at the hands of Voldemort, and it nothing compared to what Draco had gone through on the other side. Her troubles were purely fictional, but what bothered her most was that even after the war, she was still the same bigoted person. As if sensing her inner turmoil, George placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. Pansy turned to face him with a soft smile as if to say thanks. “Look, I don’t expect you to clean up the mess you made out here,” She stood up, leaving George seated by himself on the rocks. Pansy leaned down a bit and softly brushed her thumbs down his cheeks, removing the gunpowder left by his inventions. “But at least clean yourself up.”

[pandora-parkinson]

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Pansy’s parents always taught her the importance of being on time and if necessary, earlier. It was that time of year when incoming students of Hogwarts would pay a visit to Hogsmeade to buy other things they weren’t able to get at Diagon Alley. Pansy already had all that she needed, but she thought a visit wouldn’t hurt and she really wanted to try the famous Butterbeer beverage since they didn’t have it back in Brazil.  

“Why, I’m so sorry, dearie. I’m afraid we don’t have change this early in the morning.” She found herself at The Three Broomsticks Inn, because her parents would rather be caught dead than at a pub as dingy as Hog’s Head. Apparently, the service here wasn’t any better. The Parkinsons never carry anything less than galleons in their purses because extra coins are a waste of space. It usually wasn’t a problem, but now was one of the rare moments when the waitress would refuse to keep the change. 

“I don’t care about my petty change!” Pansy said in an impatient huff and just before she was about to throw a tantrum, a girl about her age with bushy brown hair approached the counter and handed the lady exactly two sickles. “Here you go, I can pay for it in the meantime.” The girl hopped on the stool right next to Pansy and flashed her a beaming smile as she held out her hand. “I’m Hermione Granger, and you are?”

Normally, Pansy would be offended by the gesture, but seeing as Hermione was probably also about to start school at Hogwarts soon, it wouldn’t hurt to make an extra friend. “Pandora Sybill Parkinson, but my friends call me Pansy.” She said as she took her hand and shook it. “Granger… would I happen to know your family?” If you asked Pansy to, she could recite to you all the pure-blood family names that’s part of their family’s circle. She knows there are other families, but probably just aren’t as wealthy. She was hoping the Grangers were one of them.

“Oh, I doubt it. They’re not from here.” When Pansy heard this, her eyes lit up. She thought maybe she wasn’t the only one who didn’t come from Britain. “Neither are mine! My mother’s originally from Brazil so she studied at Castelobruxo where my grandfather originally wanted me to go. But my father decided, so I’m going to Hogwarts. Apparently it’s the best, and I deserve nothing less. What about your parents?”

“My parents are alumni from the University of Dundee. They have the best dentist programs in Britain.” Pansy was confused to say that least. She has never heard of a University of Dundee. “Isn’t that a muggle school?” She asked, trying to confirm her fears. With a nod from Hermione, it dawned on her. The Grangers literally weren’t from here. This isn’t their world, and Pansy grew up believing that mudbloods had no space in the Wizarding World. Having one buy her first drink before going to her school was simply unacceptable. 

“Here you go, dearie. Enjoy your very first Butterbeer.” The waitress said with a cheery smile as she placed the beverage in front of Pansy. Disgusted by her recent discovery, she pushed the glass away from her and hopped off the stool. She ignored the questions from Hermione as she rushed outside the inn, itching to return to her parents to tell them about the horrifying news she just found out. Hogwarts was a school that accepted muggles.

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[pandora-parkinson]

blaise

“You do know that you could ask me to hold your shopping bags and I’d say yes. Getting a classy, sassy, and gorgeous partner for this task? How could a guy say no? And if a guy has tell me who because they need to cease to exist.” Blaise was rather dramatic most of the time but his words always held some truth. He was always the one that got even when his friends’ hearts were broken. “You know, I’ve been thinking and I might just know how to get us started on the task. We should meet tonight in the common room to figure out our game plan.”

Pansy couldn’t help but laugh at Blaise’s response. He was one of her constants, and she could always rely on him when it came to support or having a good time. “Thanks, babe, and if anyone ever ever says no to you,” She started dramatically, looking as offended as shocked as she could be. “Feel free to let me know so I could sponsor their trip to St. Mungo’s because something is definitely wrong with them.” She finished the last of her eggs before pushing the plate away from her. “Alright, gorgeous, I’ll see you there.”

[pandora-parkinson]

hannah abbott 

 Hannah was not even close to being in the mood to deal with Pansy Parkinson today. Frankly, she didn’t need the negativity in her life and already it was bringing out the rare bad side of hers. “Why me of all people? Because my muggleborn mother was killed by acquaintances of yours,” Hannah replied with a pointed look.

"Listen, this can get ugly really quick.” Pansy slowly said as she took a few steps forward, closing whatever space there was left between them. "Whatever brave face you're putting on, you can put an end to it, because I'm sure as hell am not backing down." Pansy really doesn’t want to engage in a duel with the Hufflepuff prefect in front of this many people, but she wasn’t going to let her imply that her family has any connection to whoever murdered her mother. Pansy didn’t know about that, and under different circumstances, she may have allowed herself to feel pity, but not right now.

“Unless you’re willing to risk not taking your NEWTs in time or possibly at all.” She crossed her arms, holding her head up high and looking down at the blonde. "Can you really afford it, Abbot? The aftermath of the war especially the attack on London had a negative economic impact on a lot of civilians - muggles and magical folk altogether. She didn’t know if the Abbots were a part of them, but she was willing to take that chance. Regardless, she was sure no one except for her friends was anywhere near the amount of wealth her family has. "Merlin knows I can.”

[pandora-parkinson]

angelina johnson

There were things that threw Angelina off her feet—figuratively, that is. That feeling of being off balance, of having the breath knocked out of her was something that didn’t happen often. Her mother leaving out of the blue was one of the things that evoked those feelings. She could remember perfectly how the shock had set in before the rage and fear blinded her. Then her sister had told her about how ill she was. That had thrown her off her feet as well. She’d felt like vomiting on the floor after it was all said and done. She had that same feeling of shock now—standing a few feet away from Parkinson and seeing something she probably shouldn’t.

No insults came to her mind or mouth. She had never thought of the Slytherin as an emotional person. That was the only thing Angelina ever thought they had in common—this strong sense of making sure they were never ever vulnerable to others. Then again, if she was down here all alone, Parkinson obviously didn’t want to be messed with or found. Angelina felt like she was looking in on something private—something sacred almost—yet she couldn’t tear her eyes away or make her feet move.

Perhaps it was that soft spot of her heart. (It had always been her downfall.) Or maybe it was the damn Gryffindor chivalry. Regardless of whatever it was, Angelina couldn’t just leave the other girl here to cry when something could be seriously wrong. Taking a deep breath and steeling herself against whatever insults were about to be thrown her way, she softly made her way toward where the other was sitting and gently dropped down beside her. After conjuring a handkerchief, she offered it to her. “Crying isn’t going to help anything.”

Angelina Johnson was probably one of the last people Pansy wanted to see. It surprised her even more than instead of an insult regarding her current state, she was met with a handkerchief. Johnson’s comment, however, allowed her to feel more in her nature. "Yeah, like I didn’t know that.” Pansy regretted it the moment she spat it out. She was used to meeting words with sharpness, especially those from people other than her friends. She exhaled deeply and turned back to look at the lake, visibly softening as she allowed herself to slouch ever so slightly, ruining her streak of perfect posture and polished looks.

“It seems too good to be true, doesn’t it?” Pansy asked softly, as if opening up an inch further would break her more than it already has. She took the handkerchief in front of her, but her eyes were still set on the water, completely still and gleaming. “What would you wish for?” This was the first time she let herself meet Angelina’s eyes. Pansy had on this look that was so vulnerable and open, one strictly reserved for those she trusted. Only a handful of people have ever seen like this, and the moment that dawned on her, she tensed up, immediately avoiding her gaze. “But you don’t have to answer that, you can just go” 

[pandora-parkinson]

Love me even if it rain, love me even if it pain you I know I be difficult, you know I be difficult, you know it get difficult too

Open your heart up Hoping I'll never find out that you're anyone else 'Cause I love you just how you are And hope you never find out who I really am

[malfoycissy]

[pandora-parkinson]

hannah abbott

Hannah rolled her eyes at Pansy, feeling incredibly annoyed. She hadn’t been saying she would give up and she wouldn’t until she had the wish or someone beat her to it. “Is that what you tell yourself when you look in the mirror, Parkinson? Your parents must be so upset that a muggleborn beats you year after year. How do you live with the shame?”

“Oh, Abbot,” Pansy smirked to herself, amused by the Hufflepuff’s pathetic attempt at insulting her. She turned sideways to face her. Naturally, the blonde has five inches on her, but with Pansy’s Jimmy Choos on, they were eye to eye. “You of all people would not want to discuss muggle-borns with me.” It was so obvious that Pansy tried hard not to say mudblood. It was a term she never shied away from using, but it was always reserved as a last blow, guaranteed to knock her opponent out cold. “I was simply agreeing with your statements, and yet here you are insulting me?” She said dramatically as she put her hand up to her chest, feigning offense. “My, my, Hannah, you’re a lot more sinister than I thought. Sure those robes shouldn’t be green?”

[sassygreengrassy-blog]

“– Funny. Last week the lot of you wouldn’t even look my way anymore, and now that I’ve solved this bloody task,  you all just want a piece of me – don’t you?”  A slight smirk curves over the corners of her lips.  It was good to be popular again. 

[pandora-parkinson]

“I’ve always wanted a piece of you, hot stuff.” Pansy said teasingly as she sat across Daphne for lunch. “Although I must say, I love this new found confidence. And of course, kudos to you for being able to pull Draco up his arse.” She joked as she took a bite from her steak. It did surprise her that Draco and Daphne teamed up for the wish, but if anything, she was glad they did. She trusts them a lot and knows that it’s better they’re both there watching each other’s backs. 

“Look, I already asked this from him, but I need you to promise me, too” Pansy’s tone grew more serious as she pushed her plate out and leaned a bit closer to the blonde. “Promise me you’ll stay safe. I believe in you one hundred percent, but it could be really dangerous.” She still hasn’t told anyone else aside from Blaise that she was going to try for the wish as well. She didn’t want much people to know that she had a reason to, especially since no one knew of her father’s recent disappearance. “And if I’m being completely honest, it’s mostly a selfish reason,” She let her tone grow more casual as she played with her drink. “You know I’d be lost without you.” One of the things Pansy will never get tired of doing was complimenting her best friend. Daphne deserved more credit than she gives herself, and Pansy will always be there to remind her of that.

[pandora-parkinson]

angelina johnson closed starter

The moment Pansy received the owl from her mother, she knew she just had to get out of the castle. She grabbed her robe and coat and hurried towards the Black Lake. Growing up in Brazil, Pansy literally lived on the shores of one of the most beautiful beaches in South America. It came as no surprise that she would always feel most comfortable when she was surrounded by water. She knew she had a good hour or two left before she has to round up the Slytherins to get to dinner, and she just couldn’t let other students see her so fragile, unraveling at the recent news.

Pansy ended up sitting near the edge, looking at how the waters gleamed as it reflected the setting sun. She never really considered trying for the wish until she heard the news from her mother that her father has been out of reach for days. She thought all that she had to do was endure another year of school, and all would go back to the way they were. Now that she realizes she could possibly save her entire family and their name, the wish seemed all the more inviting. 

“Parkinsons não choram,” she softly told herself again and again as she tried to fight back her tears. It’s what her father would often tell her whenever she would come to him with a problem. It was never a difficult reminder for her to follow. Before, nothing was big enough that money or her parents couldn’t solve for her. None of them were worthy of her tears. Now it’s all changed, and Pansy has never been a big fan of change. It’s the first time she has ever felt so helpless. Irregardless, Parkinsons don’t cry.

[zhangrita]

“Is there even a point for any of us to try and compete for this wish now?” Hannah was referring to the fact that Hermione Granger was up on the board, but she also knew Draco Malfoy to be highly intelligent and Krum had been a TriWizard Champion and quidditch star. Who was she to go up against any of them? Maybe if it was just her versus Greengrass…

[pandora-parkinson]

“You’re absolutely right, Hannah.” Pansy said, unusually calling her by her first name as she plastered on a fake smile in agreement. “Look at all these bright witches and wizards already so ahead of us. A wish just isn’t worth it anymore.” She said as she gestured to the scoreboard animatedly,  her tone heavy with sarcasm. It was in Pansy’s favor to convince the Hufflepuff not to vye for the wish anymore. She was comfortably and completely oblivious to the personal problems Hannah had, but it wasn't in her nature to care anyway. “We should totally just give up. Absolutely no point in trying.”

[pandora-parkinson]

Childhood: Task 002 ✵

Best childhood memory?

The days leading up to her eleventh birthday, Pansy really didn’t want to leave Brazil. She wanted to go to Hogwarts, and it was all her father could talk about, but she also wasn’t that open to the idea of change. The moment she arrived at Parkinson Manor, she was reminded of how much her parents loved her. Her walk-in closet was filled with gifts and every item from every luxury clothing brand while her bedroom was adorned with every toy a child could ever want.

Worst childhood memory?

Pansy’s worst memory was during her parents’ fifteenth anniversary. Her mother, Scylla Parkinson (née da Nóbrega)  had invited Paavo’s family to their home in Brazil for a weekend celebration. All was going well until her uncle Perseus drank one too many bottles of Swott Malt Whiskey which got him in a heated debate with Pansy’s grandfather, Goncalo. According to Perseus, Hogwarts was older than Castelbruxo but Goncalo insisted that it was his alma mater that came up with the idea to enchant its castle so it appears as a ruin to Muggles, heavily implying that Castelobruxo was far superior. Fueled by alcohol and unreasonable rage, Perseus drew his wand out on Goncalo and challenged him to a duel. As a response, the da Nóbregas pulled their wands out on Perseus, immediately followed by the Parkinsons doing the same, protecting their drunken relative. It wasn’t until Scylla and Paavo reasoned with them that the situation calmed down. It terrified Pansy, who was eight at the time, but her parents told her to see what happened as a reminder of how to act. Parkinsons and da Nóbregas defend their family name against anyone who disrespects them or poses as a threat.

What were they like as a child?

Pansy Parkinson was as spoiled as they come and unsurprisingly, not much has changed since then.

Any crushes growing up?

Growing up, no one really came close to becoming a crush to Pansy. She was used to everyone jousting for her attention that it didn’t seem as if anyone was really worthy. It wasn’t until she started becoming close with the other children in the Sacred Twenty-Eight that she understood what a crush was. Ever since she saw him full of confidence flying on that broom with his hair slick back, Draco Malfoy’s name had a constant place in Pansy’s childhood journals.

Did they know/like their parents?

She grew up adored and spoiled rotten by her parents. Naturally, Pansy was extremely grateful and loyal to them.

Best influence on them as a kid?

Pansy lives by her parents’ teachings and considers them her role models.

Worst influence on them as a kid?

If you asked Pansy, she would say she grew up surrounded by the best people there are. However, if you ask her parents, they would say her uncle Perseus, the one currently imprisoned in Azkaban, was Pansy’s worst influence. Of course, her parents taught her the importance of standing your ground and fighting for what you believe in, but Perseus taught by example and would always take it an inch too far. It was through him that Pansy truly learned the art of manipulation.

Did they have a lot of friends?:

A lot of kids wanted to be associated with her back in Brazil but the only ones she truly considers her friends now are those pure-bloods she met in the Slytherin house during her first year at Hogwarts.

Type of discipline (ex. strict, lenient):

Her parents had this distinct way of raising Pansy. She grew up with their family values completely instilled in her despite them never having to put their foot down. As she grew older, they learned that the best way to go about raising her was the path of least resistance. So long as they gave her what she wanted, she obeyed.

Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered?

Paavo and Scylla were incredibly overprotective of their only child, but they still gave in to each and every one of her whims. They couldn’t bear to deny her, so whenever something was inconvenient for the family, it was them who would adjust as best as possible.

Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

Pansy felt nothing but overflowing affection from her parents.

Were they an early or late bloomer for puberty?

Pansy grew up just right. It wasn’t too fast that she attracted attention for just a moment only to lose it right away. It was perfectly paced for both boys and girls to covet either out of jealousy or admiration.

Do they still know any of their childhood friends?

The only people Pansy truly considers her friends are those who are also part of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. Since most of them are in Hogwarts and in the Slytherin house, her connections with them are still pretty intact.

Describe their childhood home

When Pansy turned nine, her family officially moved to Britain to reside in Parkinson Manor. Before that, she lived and grew up in Mansão da Nóbrega in Porto Seguro, a city in the far south of Bahia, Brazil. It was a spectacular seaside farm on one of the most beautiful beaches in South America. It was just them and their house-elves who lived there, but her other aunts, uncles, and cousins from her mother’s side would often visit for a quick weekend trip. Some of Pansy’s fondest childhood memories are set at the beach where she would spend time with her immediate and extended family.

What was the economic status of their family?

Both the Parkinsons and da Nóbregas are dirty rotten filthy stinking rich.

Their childhood career choice

It was never anything concrete, because whatever she wanted then, she had in an instant. Whenever she imagined what she would be like when she was older, she’d envision herself dressed to the nines and ordering people around. She would be in power and still bloody rich. It didn’t matter whether that meant she’d be part of the ministry or running a business. She’d achieve it regardless.

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