( redqueenthexry )
Outside these walls, she is cold, distant, untouchable, a perfect Slytherin ice princess.
But here, in her own room, with no one else for company except Daphne, she gets to be what she really is--and what Pansy Parkinson is is worried sick. "It's true, then," she says, glancing up at Daphne as her hands tug anxiously at her hair. "It's all true, what Potter's been saying about... about Him."
It's not that surprising, not with the whispers that have been filling their Common Room for a year now, not with how secretive her parents have grown. She'd been asked to spend Chrismas at Hogwarts, no explanation given, and Pansy hadn't had the heart to ask why. No, this is to be expected--he only difference now is that everyone knows, and if everyone knows that means everything changes, that means it's all out war in the world.
"I'm scared," she says, looking anywhere but at the girl in front of her, trying to hide how disgusted she feels with herself. How stupid, how childish to be scared. Pansy Parkinson was not raised to be scared, to cower in the corner while others sought glory, and yet now that the time has come for her to take the place that is rightfully hers, her fear is immobilizing. "I'm scared for my parents, I'm scared for my friends, I'm scared for Draco. I'm scared for myself. Everything is going to change now, isn't it?"