#parvatithewonderer

[padmatical]

Comfort Me

❝It’s okay.❞

It’s not.

❝We’ll live. They’ll live. They’ll figure it out. One day. Hopefully someday soon.❞ They wouldn’t. Padma knew that her parents would continue to go for each other’s jugular until the day they both moved out.

Her sister was a weeping, stuttering, apologizing, shaking mess in her arms and Padma hated it, hated this. (Sometimes she hated them for doing this.) 

❝You wanna talk about what you’re going to wear to Aunt Kajol’s wedding?❞

Their aunt was a lovely woman, but someone who had been married more than once. But then again, who could blame her? Who didn’t want a piece of Kajol Patil? (Their uncle, Jaiveer, said he didn’t, but oh how he did.)

Parvati shook her head and sniffled. She knew Padma was trying to distract her but it didn’t work. The voices of her parents were too loud. It didn’t matter if they argued in Hindi, for both daughters were bilingual and they understood what was being said perfectly. In fact, if Parvati closed her eyes, she could almost, almost picture her parents standing in front of one another, eyes blazing, going in for the kill.

❝I’m probably gonna wear something blue,❞ Padma chattered on and on, but there was a strain in her voice and this entire one-sided conversation was forced. Still, Parvati felt her twin squeeze her shoulder for comfort.

The screaming became louder until it was a crescendo of yells, swears, crashing noises, their mother’s broken sobs and their father who slammed the door. 

Again.

Deciding to humor her, Parvati uttered through her tears: ❝Red. I’m going to wear something red.❞        

[padmatical]

when parvati came back from the dance with jean-pierre, the boy from beauxbatons who had stolen her away from the boy who lived, padma was gone.  ❝where is my sister?❞ she would ask ron, tone clipped and eyes narrowing. ron shrugged, telling her that she told him she was going to get some drinks. shaking her head ever so slightly, parvati turned her back on the two boys, hellbent on finding her sister.

said sister had, in the meantime, put considerable distance between the great hall and herself.

she quietly, almost too quietly, excused herself, had mumbled something about being too tired to the professors who stopped her, had uttered something about going to bed early before slipping away, hopefully unnoticed.

padma was not going to ruin her sister’s night.

padma was not going to ruin anyone’s night.

of course she asked people to dance for a small while; she’d mingled with the other guests, but they all had their dates and hers was moping on the couch. it was quite obvious that he’d rather be there with hermione granger---whom padma didn’t begrudge all the attention, in fact, the lionhearted girl deserved a chance to shine, in her opinion. not that anybody asked. 

still, padma ended up in an abandoned classroom, sitting on one of the tables, trying very hard not to cry. she was not weak. her father had told her, time and time again, that crying was a sure fire way of showing weakness. she was not weak; she would not weep for a fourteen year old boy who didn’t know any better, she would not weap for someone whose heart was with the girl twirling about on the dance floor with viktor krum.

padma hoped that ron would eventually work it out with hermione though. they’d be good together.

the ravenclaw looked at her hands.

her pretty, pretty painted hands.

oh how excited she had been to finally get henna on her hands. her aunt, ever the skillful artist, had offered to do both her hands and her feet. padma had accepted her offer in a heartbeat.

to stop her hands from shaking anymore than they already did, padma slid them in her hair, her lovely raven locks, of which she was oh-so-proud. she remembered that parvati had gushed about it, the fact that dean thomas had called them ‘the prettiest girls in their year’. she’d smiled and grinned, laughed and nodded at it, but deep down inside, padma hadn’t believed the fair artist of gryffindor.

if they were the prettiest girls, then surely he would’ve asked one of them wouldn’t he?

❝there you are.❞  it seemed parvati had found her at last. ❝what’s wrong, my ravenclaw eagle?❞

the question was haphazardly thrown out of her mouth just because. it was a question that needed to be asked, despite the fact that they both already knew the answer. her twin sister stood all but frozen in the doorway.

and as padma looked up  to meet her sister’s eyes, the tears finally came (no matter how ashamed she was - it did feel good to let this all out, even though she most likely ruined her sister’s night now.)

❝i---i just wanted a damn dance...   i just---i wanted to have fun like nani   and nana. i wanted my dance to be    a b-bit like...like theirs!❞

and now it wasn’t. 

[humanbludgers]

"Happy birthday, you two!" {YIIIIS ALL THE HAPPIES AND THE BIRTHDAYS TO FRED AND GEORGE }

Ⓕ “Yes. Happy birthday to us.”

Ⓖ “He means thank you.”

Ⓕ "Actually, I mean make it happier and tell Trelawney the biggest load of April Fool’s waffle you can dream up, as a birthday present. She might just believe it coming from you."

[ura-wizardharry]

A Date For Yule

His head was still smarting from the rap he’d received from Hermione. He rubbed his head thinking about whom to ask to the ball. It seemed everyone was taken and really, he hardly had the heart to go. With the dormitory fat lady waiting for his answer to her password question, Harry decided that whichever witch he encountered upon entering the Common Room, that would be the one witch he would ask.

He spoke the password and stepped in. He smiled at the dark witch in front of him. 

“Hi, Parvati, was wondering if,” he cleared his throat, feeling the red creep up his neck, “...if I could talk to you for a moment?”

[humanbludgers]

# 15

[ Meme ]; Accepting

15. What was the last thing your mun lied about?

Ⓖ “He doesn’t lie about much, actually. S’pose it’d be when he told you all he wasn’t going to be on today and then found himself alone in his sister’s house with one of those clever clackity things.”

[humanbludgers]

parvati-the-wonderer replied to your post: malfoyscorpions asked:What's it l...

Parvati just yelled at me to tell George that his name is a rhyming godsend compared to hers (I can’t control her i’m so sorry)

[George would like to ask Parvati what, exactly, besides forge, she imagines rhymes with George]

[remainingtimelord-blog]

        "Well, wow,   ----   ten points to Gryffindor."

                                (   he'd waited a long time for this ball,                                      and finally it had arrived; along                                     with his date for the night. when                                     he watched her walk towards                                      him ---- there wasn't much else                                      to say than that he was stunned.   ) 

                             ☆ --------⇾ parvati-the-wonderer​