—- &. falling skies.

for she drowns out fire and swallows it whole. —- &. PANSY ALEXANDRIA PARKINSON. ( seventh year. slytherin. pureblood. ) —- &. but for a girl made of the forest she is consumed by her desires.

[disillusicned-blog]

But there is, don’t you see? Draco wanted to shout. He could order me to kill any of YOU next. Biting his tongue, the boy fought to maintain his composure, but the year had taken its toll on him physically and mentally. He’d lost weight, his skin was pale, his cheeks more hollow than before. “I’m Draco Malfoy. I wear everything well.” His voice ran flat, lacking the hot-aired arrogance of his youth. “And I don’t have to answer to you. If I want to bloody be alone, I can be.”

[pvrkinsons-blog]

“Believable, Malfoy,” she bit back, ignoring the slight pain in her chest when she called him by his last name instead. “You’ve gotten ugly over the summer, with that look you wear and the sunken cheeks.” It was a low dig, Pansy knew, but she also knew that she would rather deal with an angry Draco Malfoy than one who had drowned in her sorrows ( because she couldn’t save him that way ). “If you wanted to be alone, you can be. The question is, is that what you want?”

[rpmemesupreme-blog]

confessions meme:

send me ☼ and i’ll bold all those that apply to your muse:

I would hurt you if the opportunity presented itself | I never want to see you again | I’m jealous of you | I find you attractive | I find you REALLY attractive | I crave your approval | I couldn’t give a rat’s ass about your approval | I enjoy your company | I want us to have a future together | I wish we were dating | I wish we’d never met | I’ve thought about you while masturbating | I would fuck you | I’m using you | I love you | I’d take a bullet for you | I’ve been dishonest with you | I wish you’d leave me alone | I’d do anything you asked of me | 

[disillusicned-blog]

“I don’t see anyone twisting your hand and forcing you to stick around, Pansy, if this isn’t to your liking.”

[pvrkinsons-blog]

“And I don’t see anyone twisting your hand and forcing you away, Draco, if it isn’t to your liking. Obviously the broody look doesn’t sit well on you.” You have friends. Ones that you can count on.

[verumfm]

“I find it rich that you’re talking about my father in such a way when, obviously, it’s your parents that are the idiots. They came together to make you, after all, and only an absolute moron would keep a waste of space such as yourself. So, why don’t you do us all a favor and stop breathing?” 

[pvrkinsons-blog]

“Frobisher’s a waste of space, and you know that as well as I do,” she smoothly butted in when her fellow Slytherin completely shut down the bloody idiotic Gryffindor. Taking Circe by the arm, she steered her away from the conversation and said, “Come on, let’s get you drinking instead. You know, prefect duties. As much as I’d love to watch you hex the little bint into oblivion, I wouldn’t want to have to take points from you, would I?” Not that she actually would if Circe had, but she left the, I didn’t want you to have to listen to what other bullshit she spews out of her mouth, unsaid.

[tddylvpn-blog]

“No worse than yours, Pansy. –No?? And if so, why would it be any of your concern? Haryr and Cedric were only fourteen versus, what have been described as, adults wearing masks hell bent on killing them for You Know Who. If anyone is to blame it is them not two teenagers.”

[pvrkinsons-blog]

“Hmph. Fine, that’s your loss, I suppose. I was only making a suggestion. But since you don’t seem to know better, now we’re done.”

[liongrangcr-blog]

“Harry didn’t ask for any of those things–you know, Parkinson, you talk about us committing all of these wrongs, but really what you’re complaining about is the fact that we exist. At least Harry isn’t purposefully hateful.” In private, Hermione was more than ready to admit that she and her friends–Harry specifically–attracted more than their fair share of trouble (and that trouble was usually much more dangerous than anything at a school had a right to be). But to Pansy Parkinson, one of the girls who giggled and sneered at her and laughed while she was called a Mudblood? A girl who would probably use any admittance on Hermione’s part to further lend credibility to the idea that people like Hermione didn’t deserve to be here? She would never admit anything to this girl–she wouldn’t give her an inch. “I have all the sympathy in the world for Circe Lockhart–no one deserves to lose a parent.” Hermione said truthfully–no matter how unkind she might be to her, Circe Lockhart shouldn’t have to suffer for what her father had done, “But what happened was only an accident in that the spell backfired–and if you’re going to blame the actions of an adult on two twelve-year-olds, well–” She scoffed, “Then there’s clearly no reasoning with you.”

[pvrkinsons-blog]

“No, maybe he didn’t ask for them, but for one so responsible, Granger, I thought that you would at least know when you and your friends should at least admit that you are to be held accountable for your actions.” They played hero. That, in her mind, was what those self-righteous pricks did wrong. They were children who played heroes. Bloody Gryffindors ( and whoever else were in their band of pretend soldiers of war, all of them were the same to her ) deciding that this was their war to fight. They had a choice. Every single one but Potter — even Potter had a choice, he could choose to flee the war or sacrifice his life in exchange for thousands of others — had a choice to not make this their fight. They had the luxury, and yet they chose to fight a fight that shouldn’t be their war. Granger talked about blaming the actions of adults on children, but how could she not blame them when they made an adults’ war theirs? That, was a choice they made. 

( And what for? It was a classic tale of good versus evil, of heroes versus villains. Was that all they cared for? Excusing every action they took because they were good? Because they were heroes? )

“You claim that you have all the sympathy in the world for her, and yet, you still would defend your saintly best friends when you and I both know why Circe would blame their actions. You aren’t stupid, are you?” she sneered, having to fight the urge to reach for her wand and just hex Hermione Granger. She wasn’t one to act so recklessly, but had she accidentally send a spell flying at the other girl’s direction, there wouldn’t be regret on her part. Granger deserved it. Everyone of them did. Wake up! Pansy wanted to scream at them. You’re fighting a bloody war that you have no idea about. But instead, she straightened up and drawled out, “Tell me, Granger. Had it been Weasley’s muggle loving father who had somehow lost his memory because of a spell of his own that backfired but Draco or Circe was involved in the incident, would you still tell me not to blame your idiot friends? Besides, you speak of Professor Lockhart as if he’s nothing more than a thing caught in the crossfire. How are you and your friends any better than those war starters you despise so much?”

[tddylvpn-blog]

“Yes, we are or at least I am. You can keep talking if you want but I won’t listen.”

[pvrkinsons-blog]

“My, what an attitude you have there, Zhang. Did you get in a fight with your boyfriend? I was merely telling you that Diggory should hold Potter accountable for what happened to him.”

[liongrangcr-blog]

“I’m simply saying that even if Harry weren’t around, this war would still be happening and people would still be in danger.” Hermione rolled her eyes, looking at Pansy incredulously, “Lockhart? Of all the–you are aware that Professor Lockhart’s spell backfired? I’m not quite sure how that’s anyone’s fault but Lockhart’s himself. They couldn’t have stopped him even if they’d wanted to.” Really, Hermione knew some of their schemes were a bit risky, and to be fair Harry and Ron had forced Lockhart down to the Chamber with them, but he’d tried to erase the minds of two twelve year olds, so Hermione found it hard to feel sorry for what she considered poetic justice.

[pvrkinsons-blog]

“And I’m simply saying that if the great Chosen One weren’t around, at least we wouldn’t be having incidents every single year that are somehow always connected to him. Third Year, Granger. Would Sirius Black have gone wild just to track down your precious Saint Potter if he weren’t around? Would we have had dementors as the castle’s guests? Fourth Year. Would Cedric Diggory have almost died from the Tournament if your Saint Potter didn’t somehow have his name in the goblet? Would it really kill you to admit that the lot of you — self-righteous pricks — could do wrong?” Her blood was boiling. If there was one thing that Pansy would say she hated most about Hermione Granger, it was her ability to make it seem like she and her band of losers were never in the wrong. “Don’t fucking tell me what I am and am not aware of regarding Professor Lockhart’s accident,” she snapped, eyes narrowed at the Gryffindor. “I’m not sure if you’re aware, Granger, but his daughter happens to be a housemate of mine, and I’m perfectly aware of what your friends did to Circe’s father. If it weren’t for your idiot friends, someone more competent would’ve dealt with the Chamber of Secrets and Professor Lockhart would’ve never casted that memory charm.”

[rellinquish]

“See here’s the thing about insults, Pansy. They only work when someone takes offense. Since, you know, that is the definition of an insult. And yet, seems I’m not really bothered by it. Unlike you, I don’t have illusions of perfection or grandeur. I’m pleased enough with beating your slimy arses into the ground.” Of course, of course, it had to be now that the trick step changed, and with Pansy Parkinson of all people. Julia had nowhere in particular she had to be, but, much like her unwilling companion, this was the last person Julia wanted to spend her afternoon with. “Oh I’m sure you don’t care – clearly you don’t care so much that you’ve made a point of telling me.” At this point, Julia was far too riled up to pay much attention to getting either of them out of the current situation.

[pvrkinsons-blog]

“Did you pull that dictionary out your arse, Julia? I’ll remember next time to come to you if I need to define something since it’s always practical to have a walking dictionary, no?” she bit back. “You might want to take another look at that dictionary you have, considering that you don’t seem to know what illusions mean. They only exist when something isn’t real, Selwyn. Which, I suppose, would make sense why you would call perfection an illusion. Alas, it never was one for me.” She was this close to pulling out her wand and pointing it at the Selwyn girl’s direction to mutter a Silencing Charm, and the only thing stopping her was that if the younger girl ratted out on her, she’d end up in more trouble and today was not the day for her to deal with any more things. “While it’s touching that you think I care about anything at all that you do, I’m afraid that I must break your fragile little heart and tell you of a thing called sarcasm. Learn it.” Irked, Pansy turned her back against the blonde, looking up to stare at the stairs instead — as if she was hoping that it would do something to fix the current situation.

[chosenonewholived-blog]

“I’m not exactly thrilled about it either but, I don’t know, maybe we should try to make an effort to work together?” he couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Of course he would get paired with her. “It seemed pretty simple to me, if you need me to break it down for you I guess I could.”

[pvrkinsons-blog]

For a moment, Pansy was tempted to bite back, Don’t bother. She didn’t see where working together with Saint Potter would ever get her, especially with that attitude he had. But she forced herself to reign back, and instead let out a rather dramatic sigh. “I don’t need you breaking down anything to me, Potter,” she exasperatedly said. “If anything, it seems like you might be the one who needs me to do so. But alright, go on then, oh Great One, tell me your thoughts for this ‘pretty simple’ project.”

[liongrangcr-blog]

“We’re all in danger, Parkinson, and that’s not Harry’s doing–he didn’t create a narcissistic megalomaniac named Voldemort who’s trying to conquer wizarding Britian; that is the fault of a society who sat idly by and allowed it to happen, and the people who chose to support him.”

[pvrkinsons-blog]

“Oh, of course, Potter’s the saint and everyone else who isn’t on the same page as him is the bad guy. When could the great Chosen One ever do anything wrong, am I right? Only everyone else can be wrong. Honestly, Granger, please do enlighten me how the memory loss of a certain Gilderoy Lockhart is the Dark Lord’s doing.”

[ycxleys-blog]

❝i have, parkinson, it’s not my bloody fault if you REFUSE to catch on to the former.❞

[pvrkinsons-blog]

“Perhaps you just weren’t coherent enough, Yaxley. Try communicating better next time.”

[liongrangcr-blog]

“You call it messing up and we call it trying to do the right thing–if that means a few missteps along the way, I’ll take it.”

[pvrkinsons-blog]

“The right thing to do? Honestly, I don’t know how you ever manage to get higher grades than Draco, considering that you could be so incredibly daft. Why, Granger, I just knew that putting people’s lives in danger every single right to protect your Saint Potter is the right thing to do. I guess that I do learn something new every day.” 

[liongrangcr-blog]

❝Well, I’ll just keep on making the same mistakes.❞ @pvrkinsons

[pvrkinsons-blog]

“Is that new to you? Did you know that we have a bet going on in the Slytherin Common Room, Granger, about how many more times can you and your gang of losers mess up?”

[chosenonewholived-blog]

[ @pvrkinsons ] 

“So I guess we should, I don’t know, talk?”

[pvrkinsons-blog]

“Should we, Potter? Unless you have something intelligent to contribute to the conversation, save it. Come see me again when you actually have an idea about what it is that we’re supposed to be doing.”

[rellinquish]

Julia paused, tapping her finger to her chin in an exaggerated motion of thinking. “Is that supposed to be an insult, Parkinson? Because, last I heard, Gryffindor is beating Slytherin on the quidditch pitch, and in house points. Not that, by the way, I have anything to prove to you, but you know, you ought to check your facts before you make sweeping statements. I happen to be coming in first in many things. Including competence. At least, I’m more competent than you.”

[pvrkinsons-blog]

“I don’t know, you tell me. Didn’t it sound like one? I didn’t take you for one so dimwitted that you can’t even tell an insult apart,” she retorted, arms folding over her chest as she stared at the younger girl in irritation. Pansy had a prefect meeting in five minutes, and with the Grand Staircase playing tricks on them, the last thing she needed was Julia Selwyn robbing her of the last of her patience. “I don’t fucking give a shite about you and your stupid Gryffindor pride boasting about house points, Selwyn. What I care about right now is that, I’d very much appreciate it if you could either stop talking, or actually help me work this out — seeing as you’re so competent.”

[rellinquish]

“Well not with that attitude, we won’t. Anyone ever tell you you’re a pessimist? Cause if not, I will gladly be the first.” Julia grinned, mostly just to irritate the other girl.

[pvrkinsons-blog]

“Proud that you finally get to be the first in something, Selwyn? Congratulations,” she remarked, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Forget I ever asked. Clearly you’re incompetent for this.”