If you must mourn, my love

by TheFreedomSock

Slytherin house isn't the same in their last year of school. In some ways it thrives, in others it stands desolate. Their new freedom comes at a price. The remaining Slytherins struggle with the absence of friends and loved ones, and with the new world as it forms around them. Pansy, Blaise, Millicent & Daphne must turn to eachother for support and pray for the strength to continue

2. Parkinson smiling

"Hey Parkinson, did you hear?" A round faced girl with thick black square glasses and a white blonde bob bounded over excitedly and leaned over the back of the sofa Parkinson was sitting on.
"Hear what, Moon?"
"Those idiot Gryffindors your squad caught in fifth year, you know, the ones who started up again trying to fuck up the school…"
"Yes Moon I know the 'DA'" She said impatiently, as though there were air quotes around the last word.
"They've gone and got themselves caught trying to steal the sword of Godric Gryffindor from Dum-Snape's office!"

At that Pansy actually sat up and turned around to look at the other girl, eyebrows raised incredulously and a smile stretching itself across her face. "Are you serious?" She asked.
Moon nodded. "Snape was furious!" She continued, sounding thrilled, "He's given them months of detention!"
"Who was it? Who got caught?" She demanded, now definitely grinning.

"Why is Parkinson smiling?" Blaise demanded as he walked over, flopping down on the sofa next to Pansy and reclining against her shoulder. "I find it personally rude and completely unsettling, stop it at once."

Pansy tried and failed to shrug him off while Moon replied, "Longbottom, that crazy Lovegood girl and the Weasley girl have got themselves caught stealing a sword from Snape's office!" Moon was even more thrilled now that her audience had expanded and she sounded delighted.

Pansy cawed with delight, and Blaise sat suddenly upright, turning to stare at Moon with a laugh caught in his throat.
"You are kidding!" Blaise exclaimed.

Moon shook her head, still grinning.
"What in Merlin's name did they think they were going to do with a sword?" He asked, almost choking on his laughter.

"Were they going to try and stab the Dark Lord with it?" Asked Pansy, incredulous but almost overjoyed at the news, "Or just Snape?"
Blaise dissolved into laughter, attracting stares from the rest of the room but unable to give a single shit about the sudden attention.
"Oh that is just too much." He said, as soon as he was capable of coherent speech. "They just crack me up, what did they even…? No, I can't take it, I will actually die of laughter if you tell me anymore."

Still chuckling, he lay back down, this time resting his head in Pansy's lap, much to her disgust, but she was in too good a mood to mind too much this time. Instead of forcibly kicking him off, she settled for running her fingers through his hair until he noticed that she was ruining the style he had jelled it into and stormed off angrily to fix it, the vain prick.