The Locket
A/N: Just a short little piece I put together. I also changed Pansy's appearance a bit, how I imagine her. J.K Rowling is the creator of Potter!
Pansy.
She stared at the word. It wouldn't seem like much, but too the young woman holding the name, it felt like a burden.
Jerk.
The taunting she had gone through, mostly by the hands of Draco Malfoy, the man she had loved, the man she now hated.
Affair.
That's all it had been. Pansy had never loved Draco. . .maybe she was just to caught up in his lust to realize it.
It was a rare occasion for Pansy to admit defeat.
This was a rare time.
Lust.
Staring at the word etched in her leg by Draco's thin, white claws, she realized something. She would leave.
Pansy rushed to throw everything into her purse - - - two changes of clothes, a pair of shoes, some toiletries, all of her money and credit cards, which were scattered across the floor (thankfully, the bill would mail here) - - - and then suddenly stopped.
She stared at the locket in her hand. It had been a gift from her mother. . .
"Oh, sweetheart!"
Pansy sighed as her mother flattened her hair with the back of her hand, and smoothed her robes. "Mom," Pansy sighed once more, rolling her eyes. "I think I can handle this."The first-year rolled her trunk towards the Hogwarts Express, but her mother ran over once more.
"Pansy," Her mother, a tall, elegant half-blood with long black hair, held out a glimmering object to her daughter, who was quite opposite with short, blonde hair and a mean air of toughness surrounding her.
"Take this." Like a moth attracted to a flame, Pansy scurried over to her mother, grabbed the gold locket out of her hand, and left without even saying 'good-bye'.
Pansy felt a sad feeling in the pit of her stomach.
Second year. . .
MYSTERIOUS ATTACK AT THE PARKINSON HOUSE
Elaina Parkinson, the mother of a twelve year old daughter and currently pregnant with her son (fifth month), has vanished from the seemingly well-protected Parkinson 'palace', as they called it.
'I don't know what to think,' Arubla Long, the caretaker, told us in the midst of trimming the hedges. 'Elaina was a nice, polite, fair woman.'
It may not be Elaina's personality that caused her disappearance. Known to be excellent at Charm work, the Half-blood may have vanished on account of 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named'. But is he just a rumor? Fudge, Minister of Magic, thinks so. Read the Daily Prophet's striking interview with Cornelius Fudge on (page 4, section 5, column C).
Instead of packing the locket, Pansy threw it on her neck for the first time since she had received it ten years ago.