Parvati Patil
I'm really not what they think I am.
Everybody sees ditzy, pretty, popular Parvati Patil. They see my outside. They see my looks, and the way I act, sometimes, and they think they know who I am. They're not even close.
Even Lavendar, my supposed best friend, doesn't know. She doesn't know that secretly, I despise Lavendar's airheadedness. She doesn't know that secretly, I have a dream to be Head Girl. If I told her that, she would probably say something about how the badge would clash with my robes. Right. Lavendar never was the brightest crayon in the box.
My boyfriend, Seamus. Doesn't get it. He goes out with the outer Parvati. Not the inner. He doesn't know what I like, or want. He got me a pair of socks for my birthday, for goodness' sake.
That's why I was so excited that time that Harry Potter asked me to the Yule Ball in our fourth year. I thought that of anybody in the entire school, Harry should see past ditzy Outer Parvati. But I was wrong. The whole thing was a complete disaster. He danced with me, but only as much as he had to. I suppose it was my fault, too. I didn't really give him too much of a chance, after those dances, and simply went off with Claude when he asked me to dance.
I also thought Hermione Granger might realize who I really was. But Outer Parvati has been in control for too long. When I asked her if she wanted to go to Hogsmeade with Lavendar and I, she said she didn't feel like clothes shopping. As though that was all I ever did.
There's nothing I can do anymore. No one sees the changes, they only see the way I used to be. I hold up a hand in class, and the teacher will simply say, "Yes, Miss Patil, you may use the restroom," and I put my hand down, embarassed. No one is willing to give me any more chances, and I guess it's only fair. I suppose I've used up all my chances...
I'm really not what they think I am.
Everybody sees ditzy, pretty, popular Parvati Patil. They see my outside. They see my looks, and the way I act, sometimes, and they think they know who I am. They're not even close.
Even Lavendar, my supposed best friend, doesn't know. She doesn't know that secretly, I despise Lavendar's airheadedness. She doesn't know that secretly, I have a dream to be Head Girl. If I told her that, she would probably say something about how the badge would clash with my robes. Right. Lavendar never was the brightest crayon in the box.
My boyfriend, Seamus. Doesn't get it. He goes out with the outer Parvati. Not the inner. He doesn't know what I like, or want. He got me a pair of socks for my birthday, for goodness' sake.
That's why I was so excited that time that Harry Potter asked me to the Yule Ball in our fourth year. I thought that of anybody in the entire school, Harry should see past ditzy Outer Parvati. But I was wrong. The whole thing was a complete disaster. He danced with me, but only as much as he had to. I suppose it was my fault, too. I didn't really give him too much of a chance, after those dances, and simply went off with Claude when he asked me to dance.
I also thought Hermione Granger might realize who I really was. But Outer Parvati has been in control for too long. When I asked her if she wanted to go to Hogsmeade with Lavendar and I, she said she didn't feel like clothes shopping. As though that was all I ever did.
There's nothing I can do anymore. No one sees the changes, they only see the way I used to be. I hold up a hand in class, and the teacher will simply say, "Yes, Miss Patil, you may use the restroom," and I put my hand down, embarassed. No one is willing to give me any more chances, and I guess it's only fair. I suppose I've used up all my chances...