Pansy Parkinson

"But he's there! Potter's there! Someone grab him!" Independent Pansy Parkinson RP blog. Slytherin

[repressedtalent-blog1]

“Look out where you’re going, asshole!”

In fact, Credence had been looking out where he was going and it was this girl’s fault–entirely–that she’d bumped into him with such a force that it nearly knocked the both of them over and her into the street where she’d only just escaped getting scraped by a passing car.

“I’m sorry.”

[pansypugfaced]

Her hand had shot to her wand in reflex, yet when she realised that the danger was caused by an accident, she pulled her hand away again. “Whatever,” she replied, stepping back onto the pavement as she didn’t want to risk actually getting hit by a car this time. “Just watch out next time,” she snapped, even though she was quite sure the collision had been her own fault as she’d been staring at something across the street and had barely seen the boy.

[pansypugfaced]

“Did you see that?! He had a gun.”

Pansy turned around when she realised she was being spoken to in the midst of a busy street. She’d been on her way to Diagon Alley, but was in no rush. “A what?” Pansy was born into a family of wizards and was rarely in contact with the muggle world at all. She was therefore very unfamiliar with things that were common knowledge to muggles, which was why it took her a moment to realise what she was being told. She might not know much, but she was quite sure that this was out of the ordinary, which the woman’s tone of voice only confirmed. A gun was dangerous.

She reached inside her long coat and rested her hand on the hilt of her wand. “Who had a gun?”

[angstmemes]

First-Time Interaction starter sentences

“I realise you don’t know me, but please help me, I think I’m going to pass out.” “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I saw someone put something in your drink. You didn’t drink from it already, did you?” “I got robbed and have no way of getting home. They got my phone, so I can’t call anyone. Could I please borrow your phone?” “Shit! Sorry, I didn’t see you there… Are you okay?” “Charlie! Imagine seeing you here!– Oh. Wait, you aren’t Charlie…” “Excuse me, I was looking to get my girlfriend a bra, could you help me– You’re not the shop assistant, are you?” “Watch out for that truck!” “Is this your wallet?” “You look very different to your profile picture…” “Look out where you’re going, asshole!” “Did you see that?! He had a gun.” “Are you the girl/guy from So You Think You Can Dance?!” “Err– I’m sorry to interrupt, but I was just walking behind you and I think you must have sat in something…” “I know I don’t know you and this might sound really strange, but do you have a room or a spare settee or something I could crash on? I could pay you… I just… I really need someone to help me out right now.” “HELP ME!” “Oh my god, are you okay? I’m calling the police. I think I saw who did this to you.” “Are you alright? You look really pale.” “The whole street is blocked off. The police won’t tell us anything, but I think there’s been some kind of attack… Maybe a bomb?” ”Have you lost something? Can I help?” “Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?”.

[atalienart]

Draco & Pansy

[pansypugfaced]

the sorting hat

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worlduphigh:

It wasn’t exactly as she has expected, even though she’d always secretly thought. She’d even imagined it constantly because it had been exciting, but now that had become reality. Sierra was a Slytherin now. A real Slytherin. She couldn’t help but grin, because this was completely amazing. There was no other word for it.

She’d kept looking at the people who continued to fill up their table and she could feel she was getting more and more exciting. Oh, what a dream coming true. And this was only the start of it.

When the seat next to her was being filled up and she was being spoken to, her face lit up. She’d been chatting very casually to some others, but this felt different. “Hey. Hey yes.” She grinned. “I’m Sierra.” She looked at the other but she didn’t remember her name, too consumed in her own excitement. “Who are you?”

“Pansy Parkinson,” Pansy replied, feeling a little offended by how Sierra hadn’t remembered her name, even though it had only just been called out. That didn’t diminish her excitement, however. As she looked around the table, taking in as many faces as she could, she realised that nothing could diminish her excitement. She couldn’t wait to get to know everyone. She even couldn’t wait to get to her first classes.

“We’ll be sharing a dormitory,” she then stated excitedly, while wondering what the rooms would look like. She knew the Slytherin house was deep under the castle and that the common room’s windows looked straight into the depths of the lake. She wondered whether she would be able to see anything swimming in it. She simply couldn’t wait. “Where are you from?”

[pansypugfaced]

the sorting hat

          { @worlduphigh }

Of course she was going to be in Slytherin. She’d known from the very moment she’d heard about the houses at Hogwarts that she’d be sorted into it. It had never been a question. Her parents were Slytherins and the majority of her ancestors were too. She was supposed to be sorted into this house. In fact, it would have been a disgrace to be placed anywhere else.

She grinned widely while Professor McGonagall raised the hat from her head and she got up from the chair, eyeing the long table to the far right of the room. Everyone’s robes were embellished with emerald lining and stitching. She couldn’t wait to put on the full uniform.

Pansy walked towards the table with pride. She was excited to sit down here. The few first years’ who had been sorted before her shuffled to make place and she sat down between them immediately. Before her sat an ugly, round boy and beside him sat a pale, blonde boy. She had seen him in Diagon Alley and she was quite certain he was a Malfoy. She couldn’t wait to get to know all her fellow Slytherins.

To her left sat a girl with light brown hair. She’d seen her on the train, she believed. “Hello there,” she said rather sweetly. “You’re Sierra, right?” she asked, hoping she remembered the girl’s name correctly from it being called out before.

[yourmusings]

RP starters: Heated argument.

content warning: death baiting.

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Leave. Leave right now.”

“What more do you want?!”

“I really wish you were never born.”

“I hate you!”

“Can you just fuck off already?”

“Shut up! Just.. Shut up!”

“All you do is whine.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?!”

“I can’t do this anymore. Not with you.”

“How did that feel?”

“Oh my god, I don’t care!”

“No wonder nobody likes you.”

“Is this how little you think of me?”

“That hurt you son of a bitch…”

“Pack your shit and go. Get the fuck out of my sight!”

“Leave me alone!”

“I can break your nose if I want to.”

“Are you going to cry now?”

“I wouldn’t miss you. Nobody would.”

“You’re so pathetic!”

“I won’t forget this.”

“I’m going to break your jaw if you keep talking!”

“Why can’t you listen to a single thing I say?!”

“I have a right to be angry.”

“This would have never happened if you wouldn’t exist.”

“Get out of my life!”

“You’re nothing! Did you hear me?! Nothing!”

“You ruined everything.”

[smollmikey]

“secretly we all love angst” Sentence Starters

[repressedtalent-blog1]

dont deny it DONT DENY IT 

“It never works for us, and it never will.”

“I’m done. I’m done trying so hard only for you to never even look in my direction.”

“I can’t fall in love with you.  I don’t want all the pain that comes with it.”

“My roommate had to go into my room and throw the sheets away because I haven’t been able to sleep in that bed since you left.”

“I keep asking myself “why isn’t the sun bright anymore” but then I remember you’re not in my life anymore and realize it’s just my own eyes.”

“I regret it all.  I really do, I swear.  Please, please– let’s fix this, please.”

“Remember when you promised we’d always be together?  Because I remember when I thought you meant it.”

“I can’t move on from something that wasn’t supposed to end!”

“The phone calls aren’t the same… I can hear in your voice that it’s not the same anymore.”

“I’m trying to avoid talking because I know what it’ll lead to, and I don’t want that to come.”

“Don’t you think you can fall back in love with me?”

“This whole time I’ve been using you to make me feel better, and you never caught on.  You never caught on.  I want you to hate me now, but I don’t think you’re even able to.”

“Kissing me breaks the promise… remember?”

“Every time we fix things something else ends up breaking.”

“Why don’t we stop pretending we’re not on a road to destruction?”

“It wasn’t even fun at first, honestly.  It was just like… Morphine.”

“You’re just not enough anymore.”

“It’s been too long since you’ve really smiled.”

“Ah, it was all my fault.  Wasn’t it?”

“To think, we thought just the sex would be enough to keep us in love.”

“Back then, I lied when I told you I didn’t love you.  You needed to move on from me– I needed to protect you from me.”

“You never had that shine in your eyes when you were with me.”

“Quit trying to fix me when you need to just fix yourself.”

“I’m so tired of everything about us, and about how we thought we were in love, and how we think forcing it can make us be in love– I’m so tired of it.”

“This whole time you’ve still been in love with him/her… Not me.”

“I couldn’t make you fall in love with me.  I thought I could do it, I really did, but… But I know you… And this isn’t love.”

“Did you really think I needed that kiss back then when all that you conveyed in it was pity?”

“To think I’ve changed so much to get you to like me, and you still never really look my way.”

“I know I deserve better than you.  I realize that, but you were so broken… I didn’t want to be the one that made you shatter.”

“All of this was to protect myself.”

“I feel like I’ve been looking for who you used to be… Back when you were actually happy.”

“I never want to even hear your name during my life anymore.”

“Your lips used to be sanctuary, but now I just feel trapped.”

“Isn’t it time we both stopped pretending we make each other happy?”

“The thing I regret the most is giving you so much hope by agreeing to this date.”

“We have the kind of history anyone would never want to think about again, and you’re hear asking me on a date?”

“What makes you think I’ll be any different this time?”

“I’ll let you down.  I will always let you down.  I’m not enough for you to be satisfied.”

“Are you satisfied with the mess you’ve created out of me?”

“I should have listened to everyone who told me this was a bad idea.”

“I’ve never met someone who can so gently destroy me the way you do.”

“I can’t forget about him/her!  It’s not in my power to forget how he/she felt when they loved me.”

“The saddest thing is that when I told him/her I loved him/her, he/she thought I was lying.  He/she never believed someone could fall in love with him/her.”

“Listen…  You’re his/her best friend… and I completely fucked up– it’s over between us, but… please, punch me, or punish me, or do something to me because he/she just… cried.  He/she wasn’t even angry, they were just so sad– Please, be angry at me, please.  Give me what I deserve.”

“It would have been better if we never met.”

“You’re my regret.”

“I’m not angry at you, just at myself… Because I knew this would happen, but I let myself fall in love with you anyways.”

“Don’t tell me to give up like everything is meaningless.”

“This is why I don’t let myself fall in love.”

“Somewhere deep inside me, I still have hope that you’ll fall in love.  How pathetic.”

[heartsofbeskar]

canislytherin asked; jessie cave or scarlett byrne?

[amoredelsapere]

"Or perhaps in Slytherin, You’ll make your real friends, Those cunning folk use any means, To achieve their ends”

[mugglenetmemes]

Christmas at Hogwarts. http://memes.mugglenet.com/Harry+Potter+Funny+Pics/Christmas-at-Hogwarts/4299

[fuckyeahpotterfemslash]

Evanna Lynch and Scarlett Byrne doing the Lovegood dance {x}

[harrypottermyeverything]

[pansypugfaced]

Beautiful Picture Of Scarlett : )

[tandooriangel]

[yourtheonlyoneinmylife-blog]

[pansypugfaced]

[thedelicateariel-blog]

"Lost? What do you mean?"

                    “I know not how I came here or where it is I came to,” Ariel replied. “I lost the way, which is— I have heard— not unknown in this place. What is unknown is being one place now and one place else thereafter, without so much as blinking or wishing for it.”

[pansypugfaced]

     Pansy was momentarily confused by what the strangely dressed person before her was speaking of. "What? You mean you just arrived, or...?" Surely he was a little off his head and speaking in metaphors? She had to admit she had never seen him before, though, and he looked like a bit of a weirdo.

She figured a different approach might be a little more useful. "What's your name?".