After the war, Pansy is an intangible mess. A character study of sorts.
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"the tripartite reconstruction of a damaged spirit"
every day's an endless stream
of cigarettes and magazines
( homeward bound ; simon & garfunkel )
.
first act
.
; mistake after mistake after mistake ;
that is the life of the i n s i p i d
Pansy Parkinson.
black hair|black eyes|black heart
the girl
(yes 'the' : not 'a')
who would've sold the
- s a v i o u r -
to Voldemort.
That's how they remember her.
-:-
She is hopeless.
An empty shell, abused and alone in a world that has been more than fickle to her
tarnished pureblood ideals
"
Once I was a princess; once I was a queen
(she thinks)
but no longer
now I am nothing.
"
-:-
Spitefulness and stupidity
have led her nowhere
except
- loneliness –
&&
the world is not kind to
fallen wretches
|oh, how she knows that truth|
but ambition, it curls
like the tendrils of smoke from her cigarettes
and she will
clawclamourclimb
her way up the pedestal again
she will ascend from the depths
to which she sank
(fearful and desperate)
a child living in a
world at war
-:-
End, part one.
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