Post by Pansy Parkinson on Mar 21, 2010 15:12:30 GMT -5
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YOU CAN TAMPER WITH THE BRAKES AND CALL IT A MISTAKE[/FONT]
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I FIND THE ONE THAT I’LL SPEND FOREVER WITH[/FONT]
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SOMEONE TO LOVE WITH MY LIFE IN THEIR HANDS[/FONT]
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HE SAID EACH DAYS A GIFT AND NOT A GIVEN RIGHT[/FONT]
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WHAT’S WORTH THE PRICE IS ALWAYS WORTH THE FIGHT[/FONT]
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STEAL ME THE KEYS TO YOUR DADDY'S CADILLAC
[/FONT]STEAL ME THE KEYS TO YOUR DADDY'S CADILLAC
YOU CAN TAMPER WITH THE BRAKES AND CALL IT A MISTAKE[/FONT]
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( FULL NAME ) : Pansy Adele Parkinson.[/size][/blockquote]
( NICKNAMES ) : Pansy, Pans.
( SEX ) : Female.
( AGE ) : 16; October 16, 1980
( BLOOD TYPE ) : Pure-blood.
( SEXUAL ORIENTATION ) : Heterosexual.
( STATUS ) : Single.
( YEAR ) : Sixth.
( HOUSE ) : Slytherin.
( QUIDDITCH ) : ----
( AFFILIATION ) : Parents are Death Eaters.
( WAND ) : Cherry Wood, Unicorn core, 11 inches.
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RIGHT UP TO THE END UNTIL THAT MOMENT WHEN
[/FONT]RIGHT UP TO THE END UNTIL THAT MOMENT WHEN
I FIND THE ONE THAT I’LL SPEND FOREVER WITH[/FONT]
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( PERSONALITY) : Pansy is most often perceived as being snobby, rude, and not the brightest crayon in the box, much like her other pure-blood counterparts Crabbe and Goyle. Being pure-blood, Pansy feels much contempt for muggle-borns and half-breeds as well as all Gryffindors in general. Despite being a bit ditsy at times, Pansy is very cunning and a fantastic manipulator. Being raised in a pure-blood family has obviously effected Pansy. She views all muggle-borns as scum, much like her life-long childhood friend, and love interest, Draco Malfoy. Hermione Granger who is known to call her such names as “a fat cow” and insult her intelligence by saying that Pansy is “thicker than a concussed troll” dislikes Pansy, who insults Hermione in turn, as well as Hermione’s friend Ginny Weasley.[/size][/blockquote]
( LIKES ) : Draco Malfoy, flirting, manipulating others to get what she wants, dark chocolate, the color pink, beaches and fruity alcoholic beverages.
( DISLIKES ) : Muggle-borns, her parents, Ancient Runes, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, following rules.
( STRENGTHS ) : Writing, French, Manipulation, Etiquette, clever remarks/snide comments.
( WEAKNESSES ) : (Most) academics, following the rules, being quiet, keeping secrets, finds it difficult to trust others because she has been hurt many times by those she loved.
( AMORTENTIA ) : Wine, the same cologne Draco Malfoy has been wearing for years, Butterbeer, Roses, and peanut butter.
( RIDDIKULUS! ) : Pansy’s number one fear is to be unloved or abandoned. This fear is present mostly because of both of her parents being Death Eaters. She would see herself alone in her large and empty house. To make it humorous, she would turn it into a circus.
( EXPECTO PATRONUM! ) : When Pansy was fourteen, her favorite Uncle decided that he was done serving the Dark Lord. Instead of being killed by Lord Voldemort himself by means of the killing curse, Voldemort sent Fenrir Greyback to finish the job. Pansy’s worst memory is seeing her uncle’s chewed up, scratched and mauled corpse. To counter act it, Pansy would remember her first kiss with Draco Malfoy.
( MIRROR OF ERISED ) : To be loved and happy, married to a pure-blood boy her parents approved of. This is her greatest desire because Pansy knows that the likelihood of her falling in love and marrying the perfect pure-blood boy are rather slim.
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EVERYONE WANTS TO FEEL LIKE SOMEONE CARES
[/FONT]EVERYONE WANTS TO FEEL LIKE SOMEONE CARES
SOMEONE TO LOVE WITH MY LIFE IN THEIR HANDS[/FONT]
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( PLAY-BY ) : Scarlett Byrne.
( APPEARANCE ) : Pansy is relatively tall and very pale. Her hair is long and straight, reaching down to about her shoulders. She decided to grow her hair out to prove to her parents that she had grown up and was no longer their perfect little girl in the pink dress with the bob. It is a very dark brown in color, nearly black. Her eyes are a dark, Slytherin green and almond shape. Growing her hair out helped with her physical appearance and now she is quite popular with the boys and even less popular with the girls. Especially those of her own house who refer to her as “The Slytherin Slut” and roll their eyes as she passes by.
( HEIGHT / WEIGHT ) : 5’4” and 116 lbs.
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MY BEST FRIEND GAVE ME THE BEST ADVICE
[/FONT]MY BEST FRIEND GAVE ME THE BEST ADVICE
HE SAID EACH DAYS A GIFT AND NOT A GIVEN RIGHT[/FONT]
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( HISTORY ) : Pansy was born on October 16, 1980 to the pure-blood Parkinson family. She was always a “daddy’s girl” and, though she used to get along with her mother rather well, they seem to argue more and more as time grows up. Pansy grew up having many friends who later became classmates of hers at Hogwarts, one of which being Draco Malfoy.[/size][/blockquote]
Pansy started Hogwarts in 1991 and was in the same year as the infamous Harry Potter. Pansy was often found hanging around Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle and Millicent Bulstrode. In her fourth year, Pansy attended the Yule Ball as Draco Malfoy’s date, though she often followed the famous Quidditch player Viktor Krum and was extremely jealous when he showed up to the Yule Ball with Hermione Granger. In her fifth year, Pansy was not only made Slytherin Prefect but she also joined Professor Dolores Umbridge’s Inquisitorial Squad and was the one who brought the list of D.A. Members to Professor Umbridge.
( PARENTS ) : Nicolette Parkinson, 42, Unemployed, Mother, attended Hogwarts in Ravenclaw house; David Parkinson, 45, Department of Mysteries- Ministry of Magic, attended Hogwarts in Slytherin house.
( SIBLINGS ) : Heather, 24, Older sister- very close.
( OTHER FAMILY MEMBERS ) : N/A.
( OTHER ) : Slytherin Prefect since Fifth Year.
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AGAINST THE GRAIN SHOULD BE A WAY OF LIFE
[/FONT]AGAINST THE GRAIN SHOULD BE A WAY OF LIFE
WHAT’S WORTH THE PRICE IS ALWAYS WORTH THE FIGHT[/FONT]
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( ALIAS ) : Kenzierin.[/size][/blockquote]
( EXPERIENCE ) : Seven long years.
( CONTACT DETAILS ) : mackenzierin@yahoo.com
( OTHER CHARACTERS ) : Not on here, nope!
( RP EXAMPLE ) :
Outside, the wind was biting. Hair blew, cheeks turned rosy and scarves were whipped over shoulders “like continental soldiers.” It was not a day for Quidditch and yet, every student in school had been out for Slytherin’s match against Hufflepuff. Of course, it wasn’t much of a match considering that Hufflepuff played like they sounded.
To sum up:
The match had taken hours.
Slytherin won by 73 points.
And Draco Malfoy had lost his scarf.
He drew back the emerald curtain and stepped into the changing room where the Slytherins met before each and every match or practice. His blasted scarf must be around here somewhere. Briefly, he explored beneath benches and behind brooms for the “ruddy thing.” Deciding he better try his luck on the other end of the tent he turned at the corner and froze, getting a chill that was cooler than the rush of wind itself.
On the opposite side of the room, an emerald robe could be seen, identical to the one that Draco was also wearing apart from a few factors: This robe was emblazoned with the number 4, and the side of the robe was rather noticeable because, out of no where, the edge of the green stood out beside a shockingly pale hand, clutching the robes tightly with thin fingers. Draco looked up, mistrusting his eyes. He could clearly see his teammate and the wall, but there was something rather thin between them, though all that Draco could see was a curl of dark hair and hear a faint giggle.
He knew to whom that giggle belonged.
“Zabini!” He barked, cold and sneering, voice low and threatening.
“Bloody hell!” She shrieked, jumping back further against the wall, bringing her hand to cover her lips, as though by his not seeing them there, burning and chapped, he would forget what they had been doing only moments earlier.
Blaise stepped aside at Draco’s command, though he was far more muscular than he and, it appeared, could have easily bested him in a physical fight.
“What is going on here?” He asked Blaise. It was too painful to look at her.
“We were just-,”
“Just?”
“Studying?”
“Studying?”
“Snogging.” She interjected, becoming a bit defensive.
Draco turned to her. “Don’t interject. I’ll speak with you later.”
“I’ll interject if I want to. We were snogging, Draco, and you need to quit acting like I’m some sort of property that needs defending.”
Draco’s eyebrow raised. “Is that so?”
She nodded fiercely, trembling with anger.
Draco’s eyes left her’s for one brief moment to examine Blaise. “May Pansy and I have a moment along, please?”
He nodded and left. The wind lapped at the flap to the tent. Silence bled into the room. Draco leaned his foot upon a bench, closely examining the wand that he had been holding to tightly. Nearly as tightly as Pansy held Blaise, his mind interjected. She did not speak but flounced down to sit on a bench, arms crossed and lips pursed as though holding back many arguments.
“Care to tell me,” He asked, attempting to sound as calm as possible, “what the hell is going on?”
“My relationships are my business.” Her voice was clipped. It was one of Pansy’s voices that he minded hearing. When she was this angry, things did not end well.
“Relationships?” Draco sneered. “Snogging a…a…boy in secret is all of a sudden a relationship to you?”
“You were all right when I was snogging you in secret.” She remarked, crossing her legs and examining her nails.
Draco rolled his eyes. “You’re such a hoe, Parkinson.”
She said nothing. It was nearly like a term of endearment to her, though she hated when he called her “Parkinson.” It was then that she knew she had done something incredibly wrong. “I told you to call me Pansy.” She muttered, almost too low for Draco to hear.
“That was when it was me you were snogging, remember?”
“Oh, come off it!”
“What, we can’t talk? We can’t have mature conversation about your ‘relationships?’”
“No, I guess we bloody well cannot.”
“All right then.”
The whistle of the wind was the only noise to be heard.
“Why Blaise?”
“Why not?” She fired back.
“You only picked him cause he’s pure-blood. And rich. That’s all you ever need.”
“Are you calling me a…a…”
Draco turned to her, easily able to face her in his fury. “Yes. I am. You go out, do whatever mummy and daddy tell you. Just because your some rich, spoiled little daddy’s princess you think you can dress up in pink lace and ribbons and think you can get whatever you want.”
“If I recall correctly,” Pansy said, rising with her hands on her hips, “it isn’t that outfit that gets you hot, Draco Malfoy.”
He snorted in disgust.
“And, you are not one to talk. You don’t care about anything but blood status and what your mum tells you to do. You are too sheltered. All of a sudden you grow balls and think you rule this place. Well you don’t own me. Not anymore.”
“So who does? Blaise?”
“Not anymore than anyone else.” Pansy said stiffly.
“I’ll tell him to deposit his five galleons, then.”
She screamed in frustration. “There you go again! Beating me down like I’m some common…filthy…muggle girl, standing on street corners! I have more class than that! I am not some silly prostitute. Your insults are no better than anyone else’s and this is nothing I’ve heard before so why don’t you just leave unless you have something else to say?”
“Something else?” Draco repeated.
“Just admit you’re jealous and you want me back”
“What?” He asked, dumbfounded. How did she always manage to read him so well.
“You heard me,” She whispered, walking forward. Speaking again, she over-annunciated each sound. “You want me back.”
“I do not.”
“You want me, at least. Maybe you’re worried you’ve never even had me.”
“Well I don’t know, if having you is what Blaise was just doing then-.”
In her frustration she took his hands, squeezing his fingers together partly and anger and partly just because she wanted to hang on to him. “Will you forget about Blaise for five seconds?”
The instant they touched he silenced.
“Look. I am not with Blaise. I am not with anyone. I spend every night in my dormitory crying over you.”
He began to speak but she brought a finger to his lips.
“I don’t want you to take me with you now. We need time to work on this. You need to quit acting like I am such a slut and stop smothering me. I need space. I need time. And if I meet a few other boys along the way and break some hearts…that’s just part of the game. I love you, Drake, but this is just too much. You are too much. You need to learn to trust me. You need to learn to,” Her eyes looked down at their hands, clasped firmly together, “to let go.”
(From my Fanfic 100. To read more go to parlefrancais.livejournal.com/).
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