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Cloud over Summer- Pansy Parkinson
Pansy Parkinson,
I need to borrow another book. I'd like to see you again too. Maybe we could visit the rose garden again?
I need you to bring the Prophecy book to school. The enormous one on seers that your mother use to read.
I'd really like that Pansy. It would make me very happy.
Your friend, Theodore Nott.
Pansy sighed with delight and put her letter back down next to her plate. Theo's so romantic! I wish we could spend more time together. . .
But Pansy had been betrothed to Draco Malfoy when she was only six months old. It was a good match. Two powerful, rich families would join. If only Draco was a little more desirable. Theo on the other hand made Pansy's heart race and he made her happy.
They'd escaped to the rose garden one day in the fall. They hadn't done anything but talk. But Pansy felt happy and connected with him in a way she never could with Draco. If only Father understood. I know Mother would have.
When she thought of her Mother, Pansy looked back up from her fancy breakfast. Her Mother, Elizabeth Hellenic-Parkinson sat stone still across the table.
"Eat Mother. This is good food." Pansy encouraged her. It was fruitless of course. Elizabeth hadn't eaten anything on her own since the horrible day nine years ago.
"It's no use Pans." Mathias told her. "I still talk to her everyday. She's not going to do anything."
Pansy scowled at her younger brother. "Don't call me Pans! And Mother knows that we love her. She just can't communicate her love to use."
"Sure." Mathias glared at his older sister. He was eleven now and she was only twelve. And he was determined to do even better at Hogwarts than she had.
"I love Mother!" Timmis spoke up. He was the quietest child in the family. He was only nine and as a middle child he was left out of a lot of things. He wasn't grown up enough and he wasn't small enough. Just caught in the middle.
"Tilly!" Pansy called her Mother's primary care elf.
"Yes Mistress?" The little elf bowed. Her tea towel toga was neat and clean. Just like it had been before Elizabeth was kissed.
"Feed Mother her breakfast." Pansy ordered before turning back to her own toast.
"Yes Mistress." Tilly picked up a spoon and began to gently feed the older woman a bowl of hot cereal.
"Pansy!" Ivan Parkinson roared for his only daughter. He sat at the other end of the very long table with the two youngest boys.
Pansy sighed and got up. Sometimes she wondered why she bothered to sit with the older boys. Every single morning she was called to deal with her brothers. She was the Lady of the House and it was her job to care for the children and deal with the house elves.
"Deal with these two. And don't bother me today. I've got an important meeting." Father got up, pushed his chair in, and hurriedly left the room to answer the chiming door bell.
Important meeting! Not likely! He's probably got his latest girlfriend over for the day. Pansy took her Father's vacated seat between the to young boys. "Morning boys!"
"I'm tired Pansy." Jackal complained. He was used to being babied and cared for, but after his sixth birthday Father had decided that he needed to grow up and learn to be a real wizard.
"You can sleep soon." Pansy told him. "Just eat some breakfast first." She cut up Tempest's toast for him. If it was left whole he always got it everywhere and made a complete mess of himself and the table.
"Pansy!" Father's voice roared from his office.
Pansy sighed. It would be nice if one morning I was able to get dressed and eat my breakfast before I had to start working. I'm only twelve! But she hurried into her Father's office and study.
Ivan Parkinson sat in an impressive leather office chair behind his magnificent desk. All the Dark artefacts had been removed ages ago and the room was pleasant enough. Except that the man who used it was scowling down at the girl in front of him.
"The Malfoy's are asking about the betrothal again. You'll need to neaten up and become closer to Draco in school. It's an important match."
Pansy bowed her head. Draco's a stuck up jerk who let's his father do everything for him! "Yes father."
"And I'm having a guest tonight. Have the house elves prepare a meal and join me at the table." He frowned at her clothing. "And put on something nice."
Pansy tugged self-consciously at her old nightgown. It was comfortable and she liked. It just wasn't the kind of thing a pureblood girl was suppose to wear. Especially a pureblood of her status as she was constantly reminded.
"You may leave." Father spun around and diverted his attention to a pile of papers on his side desk. Pansy stood up and quickly returned to her room.
"Pansy?" Mathias stood in the doorway. He looked neat enough. But his face was covered in jam still.
"Yes?" Pansy took a handkerchief off her bed and cleaned off his face. "What is it?"
"I wanted to know if I could borrow your first year textbooks?" He asked quietly.
Pansy was surprised. No one in her family was very interested in books and learning. Their library would have been better off with someone else. Like the Nott's. "Sure." She handed him the pile of books. "Enjoy. Anything else?"
"Mother needs you." He said before quickly scurrying out of the room.
Pansy sighed. Why did Mum have to be a Death Eater? It would have been so nice if she hadn't been kissed. She changed out of her nightgown into neat summer robes and some decent jewellery before hurrying to see to her mother.
Elizabeth sat motionless on the bed in the Master bedroom. It wasn't an impressive room, but her mother couldn't appreciate the simple beauty. The walls were in her very colour of rich brown that matched the bedspread and the wood of the walls.
"Good morning." Pansy said. She smiled, but it was a pointless gesture. "What would you like to wear today?"
Pansy didn't get an answer, but she wasn't expecting one. She crossed to the large, walk-in closet on the other side of the room and threw open the closet doors. It wasn't as big or nice as her own closet at Malfoy manor, but it was still larger than most.
"Any ideas?" Pansy asked. She often talked to herself while she was looking after her mother. It helped her feel less alone. "How about this?" She pulled a robe in the same rich brown off a hanger along with matching shoes and jewellery.
"Tilly!" Pansy snapped her fingers. "Hilly!" She snapped her fingers again. Two house elves popped into the room.
"These are Mistress Elizabeth's clothings?" Tilly took the things out of Pansy's arms. "I will be dressing Mistress Elizabeth."
Hilly bowed and neatened her tea towel. "What can I be doing for Mistress Pansy?"
"There is to be a dinner party tonight. See that there is good food."
Hilly bowed deeply. "Hilly is cooking a wonderful meal for Master Parkinson. Mistress need not worry." She popped back to the kitchen.
Pansy headed quickly for her own bedroom. On the way she stopped to check on everyone else. Her mother was still staring at the wall, dressed neatly in the brown robes. Her brothers were playing or heading outside with their brooms. Mathias hadn't abandoned the books yet. He was still bent over his desk.
The room was still neat and tidy from the last time Pansy had cleaned it. She didn't have much time to spend in it making messes. A quick shower helped her to feel neater and Pansy chose robes of pale pink to offset the dark colours her father and mother always wore. Then she got out her summer homework.
Pansy hadn't touched any of her books since the day she'd got home, and after putting them on shelves she hadn't spared them and look. But Theo's letter had reminded her about homework and she knew that if she wanted to have any time to spend with Theo her homework had better be done. She didn't fancy the month of detention Snape supposedly assigned to students who didn't finish the assignments.
"Pansy?" A few hours later a voice shook her out of the boredom she'd sunk into.
"Yes?" Pansy sat up straighter and shuffled around her piles of Astronomy notes. "Come in."
Mathias entered the room timidly. His robes were neatly pressed and rather new looking save the ink spots covering the sleeves. For a moment Pansy was angry. Clothes are to be worn! Not covered in ink!
"I need some help." The boy admitted.
Pansy was shocked. Mathias had never asked her for help before. He was the first born son, the heir, and Father's favourite. He'd always behaved rather rudely. And he was her brother. "What do you want help with?" She asked.
Mathias came over to her desk and took the second chair before putting her old notes and textbook down. "I don't understand this." He pointed to a paragraph in the Herbology book.
Pansy groaned softly. Herbology was not her strong point. "I'll try to help you. But I'm bad at Herbology." Luckily his question was easy to answer. Pansy did have a use for plants that were used to make cosmetics and hair supplies.
"Thanks." Mathias told her with happy, shining eyes. "I hope I'm in Slytherin with you. I want Theo's help with all these more advanced concepts." He motioned to the advanced Arithmancy books that he was always trying to explain to her.
Pansy raised her neatly plucked eyebrows. "Careful." She warned. "Too much thinking like that and you'll end up in Ravenclaw."
Mathias just shrugged. "Father was in Ravenclaw, wasn't he?"
"No!" Pansy took The Ancient and Most Noble House of Parkinson off the top shelf of her bookcase. "Go read this." At his hesitation she pulled herself up to her full height. "Now!" Mathias scampered away clutching the book.
Whenever Pansy asked questions her Father had either simply not answered or made her read long, boring books and write reports on them. That made Pansy totally lose interest in all forms or reading and writing. She turned back to her Astronomy notes and diagrams.
After another thirty minutes Pansy dropped the notes and groaned. I hate Astronomy! It's stupid and boring and mind numbingly dull! She pushed the parchments away and grabbed a fresh piece. This time she dipped her quill in purple ink and began to sketch more robe designs.
Pansy had grown up with her Father, brothers and a few house elves. Once and awhile she'd spend sometime at Malfoy Manor and talk to Narcissa, but her contact with woman was very scarce. Except for magazines.
Ivan Parkinson hadn't cancelled his wife's subscriptions to any of her many magazines and journals. He simply let his many girlfriends read them. Pansy found them lying around and started reading about robes, cosmetics, and other women.
Pansy had immediately focused on the models and made the people in the magazines her idols and role models. The moving pictures showed beautiful, popular, confident people. Like Pansy wanted to be. She'd learned as much about everything as she could and let herself be sucked up by the media.
If she had a choice Pansy knew that she wanted to work at a magazine. Not marry Draco Malfoy. Arranged marriages were behind the times and not fashionable. She didn't see why she had to marry him. He was rich, but so was she. Her dowry was large and he'd pay a very high bride price for her.
Father always brushed off her concerns. "You'll learn to love him. I did with your mother." He always assured her. Somehow that didn't reassure her. Maybe it was because mother was soulless and her father slowly losing his sanity.
There was nothing wrong for a kissed person's spouse to seek other lovers and company. But to do so publicly was a horrible offence. Ivan Parkinson was still married and he'd nearly gotten his family in deep trouble when he'd been a little too friendly with some of the women at the Malfoy Yule ball.
Pansy looked at the new design she'd finished sketching. It was strange. A low neck line, high cut sleeves and deep folds in the bottom hid a pant like separation. It's almost like a Quidditch or a duelling robe. Pansy thought. Just for party or everyday wear. She blew on the ink and put the dry parchment into a folder of other designs.
"Pansy!"
A quick glance at the clock let her know it was time for dinner with a girlfriend and her Father. Pansy hurried to the dining room. She stopped and picked up her mother but came as quickly as she could.
"Father." Pansy sank into a quick curtsy and pulled her mother along with her.
"This is your daughter?" The woman on her father's arm was very young and very pretty by her father's usual standards. She was looking down at Pansy as if she were a piece of dirt.
"Yes Emma." Father kissed her. "Don't worry. My sons are much better and she'll leave as soon as dinner's over."
Emma scowled. She doesn't look pretty now! Pansy noted as Emma flounced after her boyfriend into the dining room. Pansy followed behind, trying to ignore the evil looks her father was sending in her direction. At least he didn't hang back and tell her off for bringing her mother. Pansy needed the woman there. Even if she was kissed, her presence gave her only daughter strength.
"Dinner!" Father clapped his hands sharply and sat down. After he was seated Pansy sat quickly, pulling her mother along with her. Her father loved following the custom of everyone else waiting for him to be seated first. It made him feel special.
"This is excellent." Emma said after the first three courses had been served. "Your elves have outdone themselves."
Father smiled and leaned closer to her. "You should see the things they can do with chocolate and cream."
Pansy watched uncomfortably as they came closer together and began to kiss. She cleared her throat nervously. "Father?"
He glared at her after the kiss had been broken. "Get out of here." He hissed. "And take that woman with you!" He nodded toward her mother.
Pansy took advantage of his dismissal and got out of the dining hall as quickly as she could. Dining with her father's guests was always a disappointment. It made her wish more than ever that her mother could come back to life and save her from it. And act like a mother to the children and the mistress of the house.
The next weeks passed in quiet stillness. The days stayed routine and Theo didn't return her letter. I did send a book with it. He probably just read the book and ignored the letter. That would defiantly be like Theo. Her summer homework was finished and she'd gotten the books for the next year.
The next morning her father made a startling announcement.
"Emma has invited me to her summer cottage." He told them. A house elf walked behind him, carrying his bags. His robe was a short, fashionable, summer style. "She had this robe made for me."
Pansy pulled her hair out her face. It was a mess and it felt greasy and gross on the back of her neck. "Whose going to stay with us?" She asked. I hope it isn't Grandmother. She never helps with anything. And we haven't got very many relatives.
Ivan Parkinson gave his daughter a rather twisted smile. "You will of course. Along with your mother. The lady of the house is expected to care for it when her master is called away."
Pansy gapped open mouthed at the man. "Father I-I can't! I don't know how! I'm only twelve!"
"Then ask your mother. You seem to consult her more than you consult me." With that last remark he headed out the front door, leaving his family sitting shocked around the breakfast table.
Mathias put a reassuring hand on his sister's arm. "Don't worry. I'll give you a hand."
That day Pansy found out exactly how difficult it was to run a wizarding household. Countless floo calls had to be answered, meals had to be ordered, laundry and children seen to. She didn't have a single spare moment.
"Jackal peed the bed!" Tempest cried as he burst into his sister's room at three o'clock in the morning. "It's all stinky and wet!"
Pansy had woken up suddenly when she'd heard him cry out, in case there had been a real emergency. But now she'd lost the reason to stay awake and she could feel her eyes starting to slip closed. "Just a sec. . ." Her eyes snapped shut and she rolled over to face the wall.
"Pansy!" Jackal shook her again. "Please?" He made giant doe eyes at her.
"All right. All right." Pansy swung her legs over the side of the bed. "But tomorrow you wake up Mathias if you have any problems." It was too late and she only wanted to go back to bed.
The boys bedroom wasn't far. Jackal and Tempest shared a room. Soon Jackal would get his own room, but for now the house elves liked him in the nursery so they could still look after the six year old.
"Tilly!" Pansy snapped her fingers. Tilly's mother's house elf. But I can't be bothered to think of an elf to clean this up.
The elf popped into the room. She also looked tired and her eyes kept slipping closed. "Yes Mistress Pansy?" She said, trying to hide a yawn at the end.
"Clean up this mess." Pansy's told the elf as she motioned around the room. "Then you may get back to bed."
"Pansy?" Jackal whimpered. "Is that you?"
"Yes. Now get up." Pansy helped him out of his wet pyjamas and into the shower. "Wash quickly." She told him and returned to hunt for a pair of clean sleep clothes in the messy room.
Jackal emerged wet and shivering a few minutes later. He accepted the pyjamas and slipped into the warm material.
"Here." Pansy handed both of her brothers their slippers. "We'll set you up down the hall." The three set off to another double bedroom close by. The manor had no shortage of guest bedrooms and a great many of them were kept ready for anyone who might happen to stop by.
"This should do." Pansy pushed open the door. The room had been recently cleaned and the light blue paint and darker bedspread made the room seem very welcoming. "Sleep well." She tucked her brothers in before heading back up the stairs to her own bedroom that seemed warmer and the bed more comfortable than ever before.
The next morning the entire household slept in. It was ten o'clock when the house elves came to wake Pansy. And they did they only out of necessity. They'd have left her to sleep longer if there hadn't have been a guest requesting her presence.
"Mistress Pansy must go and receive her guest! He is very determined to speak to her!" The house elf said as it hurried around her room. "Hurry, hurry Mistress Pansy!"
Pansy didn't hurry. But she didn't dawdle or take the time to shower. She put on clean robes, fixed her hair and made her way to the sitting room that the floo was connected to. It had better not be Draco. I'm really not in the mood to see anyone. I just want to get back to bed. But the person waiting fro her made her forget all of her complaints.
"Miss Parkinson."
"Professor Snape!" Pansy cried. She remembered signing the list to get a visit. But it seemed so long ago. In her business she entirely forgotten that he still hadn't shown up.
"Can I help you with anything Miss Parkinson?" He asked. He raised an eyebrow at her hair and clothes. Neither was half as tidy as they were in school. She'd run out of time to spend on her appearance once her father had left.
"I don't think I need any help right now. . ." Pansy admitted. But she spoke too soon.
"Pansy! Jackal just let all the flying horses out of their stalls! They're flying all over the yard!" Mathias came running in. "You've got to get them!"
Pansy got to her feet. "I'm sorry sir. I'll be right back." She told the Professor apologetically.
Snape stood up a second later. "I'll come along. Perhaps I'll be able to help." He followed her out into the courtyard.
Pansy only stopped for a moment to step into outdoor shoes. The muck of the stables was not something she wanted on her robe. It was one of her own creations and her favourite one yet.
The sky around the house was full of flying horses. The large, beautiful creatures had taken to the winds as soon as they could. The foals followed along as quickly as they could.
"Beautiful." Snape whispered. He wasn't a fan of animals. But something in the grace and colour of the majestic horses caught his eye.
Pansy called a smaller horse to her. It's grey dapple coat made it stand out in the crowd of darker animals and the fine structure made it unlike the rest of the stockier beasts.
"Come my little one. We'll bring the others back." She swung onto the horse's back and took to the sky.
Horse and rider worked as one to fly quickly to the front of the flock. Pansy used a charmed whistle and riding crop to force them to the ground before herding them back into the stable where the house elves took over.
Then Pansy walked back outside to find Jackal sitting in the dust and whining about how all the pretty horses had disappeared. Professor Snape was glaring at him. But parenting wasn't his job.
"I'm very sorry about that sir." Pansy apologized again once they were inside.
"Not a problem. But couldn't your father have taken care of that?" Snape asked. "Is he here? I need to speak with him after our meeting."
"Oh, no sir. He's not here. He'll be gone for a few weeks, he went off to visit one of his friends." Pansy explained.
"And he left you here? Is there anyone else coming to look in on you?" Snape asked her. His expression had changed, and was now unreadable.
"Of course. Mother and I are perfectly capable of taking care of everything." Pansy told him.
"Your father left his five children under the care of a kissed woman and the eldest child herself?" Snape hissed. Some how he was scarier than he ever was in class. Pansy never wanted to see him like this again. "Please excuse me." He headed back to the floo and made a few calls.
"Sir?" Pansy asked when he finally withdrew his head from the fire. "What are you doing?"
Snape brushed the ash from his robes. "Finding a place for you too stay."
Pansy's eyes widened. "What do you mean?"
But Snape was spared from answering her question when a middle-aged woman stepped out of the fire. "Severus? I came as quickly as I could."
"Sparrow." Severus bent over and kissed her offered hand. "May I introduce you to Pansy Parkinson and Elizabeth Hellenic-Parkinson."
"Pleasured." Sparrow dipped into a shallow curtsy.
"Same." Pansy returned her curtsy, but a shade deeper. She wasn't sure what to make of the woman. She wears robes, and wears them well. She's obviously wizard raised. Her jewellery proclaims wealth. But she knows Professor Snape and she's willing to take care of six important pureblood wizards without permission from the head of the family.
"Miss Parkinson, this is Sparrow Kurt. She's a distant relative of your father. She has a daughter a year younger than you. And she's agreed to care for your family for the rest of the summer." Snape explained. "Now if you'll excuse me. I need to be on my way." He didn't wait for an answer and simply floo'd out.
"Is there anything you need to bring?" Sparrow asked. "My house elves can provide you almost everything you'll need."
Pansy considered her things. Almost all of it was replaceable. "Just a few minutes. I'll throw a few things together." She smiled and hurried off to her bedroom to pack.
About thirty minutes later Pansy re-entered the room, this time with her book bag. She'd taken all her school books, homework, and a few sets of clothing. Her brothers were also gathered in front of the fireplace with bags on their backs.
"There you are." Sparrow stood up from where she'd taken a seat on one of the sofas. "We were just waiting for you." She walked to the front of the gathering and took Elizabeth's arm tightly in her hands.
"We're flooing to my family home. My daughter won't return until tonight, but my husband should be there to meet us." With that message she threw a handful of the green powder into the fire, stepped in and called out her destination. "Avian dugout!" The two women disappeared in a whirl of flames.
Pansy oversaw the rest of the departure. The younger boys went with their brothers, leaving her to follow alone. But Jackal loved flooing and had a hard time getting out of the way quickly so she waited until he would have had time to move out of the way. Then she stepped into the fire. "Avian dugout!" And followed the rest of them through a path of fireplaces.
"Pansy." Mathias gave her hand up. She still hadn't mastered flooing and ended up on the floor far too frequently after a trip.
"Miss Parkinson." A tall, dark skinned man bowed to kiss her hand. Sparrow stepped beside him. Her small size was more visible than ever when she stood next to a taller than average person.
"This is my partner. Simon Habib." She said. At Pansy's confused look she explained. "We're not married. Simon's grandfather offered to bind us in a magical pack of love. Sort of a stronger version of marriage vows. But we aren't husband and wife. We're partners."
"Enough talk. Let's show them the rest of the house." Simon took his partner's hand and led the Parkinsons on a tour of their new home.
The house was amazing. The entire thing was located underground and quite cool. But unlike the dungeons at Hogwarts it wasn't constructed from stone, but tightly packed dirt and metal panels. The only way to get to the surface was through a magical elevator. But the house was amazingly large. Both Sparrow and Simon were healers and they had their practice in the house. It was called Avian clinic.
The next set of rooms explained why the place was named after birds. An enormous collection of live topical and common birds filled several rooms. There was even a few birds of prey with large hunting falcons that Simon sometimes used to relax on his days off.
"This will be the boys' room." Sparrow opened a door. The room was large and had a great many magical windows that showed scenes of the teeming metropolis above them. There was a wash room at the end of the room and chests in front of each of the beds.
"It looks like the dorms at Hogwarts." Pansy said. Even the colours- green and blue- reminded her of her bed in Slytherin.
"I didn't attend Hogwarts." Sparrow admitted. "I was sent to Durmstrang. Along with Simon."
Pansy was momentarily horrified. Durmstrang is a school for junior death eaters! How could Professor Snape send us here?
"Come Pansy." Sparrow beckoned the girl out of the room. "You don't have to stay with your brothers."
Pansy cracked a small smile. "Thanks."
"But first we are going to stop off at my favourite room." Sparrow pushed open a large, cool metal door in front of them and led Pansy into the cavern beyond the doorway.
"Amazing." Pansy breathed.
And the room before her was an impressive sight. A large pool, twice the size of Draco's warmed up lake, filled the cavern. It was sunk into the floor and around the edges, and fancy chairs and tables made it looks almost like a beach restaurant.
"I love coming here and relaxing. Nadia tries to swim every singles day." Sparrow said with a smile.
"Nadia? Is that your daughter?" Pansy asked.
"Yes." Sparrow led the way out of the room again. "Nadia is eleven. At first I was worried that she was a squib. But yesterday a few letters arrived inviting her to wizarding school."
"A few? I only received a Hogwarts letter." Pansy was confused.
Sparrow laughed. "Well, I was suppose to go to Hogwarts, so she got one of those. I went to Durmstrang so she got a letter from them. The muggle school sent us a letter and she also got an invitation to a school in India."
"Wow. Where's she going to go?" Pansy asked. Maybe Hogwarts? Then she'd be in the same year as Mathias.
"She hasn't decided yet. I'm going to let her choose." Sparrow stopped walking outside a plain white door. "Here we are." She opened it and let Pansy into the room.
Pansy looked around the room. It had two neatly made beds placed on either side with a curtain that could be drawn to divide the room in half. The walls and bedspreads matched in tones of dark purples. One side of the room was already filled with belongings. The other held only Pansy's bag.
"Is this your daughter's room?" Pansy asked. It seemed unlikely that a half lived in room would exist for her to stay in.
"Yes. Nadia has always wanted an older sister. And now the opportunity has presented itself. Amazing." Sparrow smiled. "I hope you like it here. Nadia should be arriving shortly." Sparrow left the room, pulling the door shut tightly behind here.
Pansy pulled the curtain across the centre of the room. I just want to be alone. It'll help me relax. Then I'll be ready to meet my new room mate. I've had to share a room before. But I'm nervous about meeting Nadia. She's only eleven.
Pansy leaned back into the hard pillow on her bed to think. It wasn't the most comfortable thing she'd ever laid on, but it was nice to have something to rest on. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to slip away into daydreams.
"I hate music lessons!"
An angry declaration awoke Pansy from her nap. She slid off the narrow bed and hit the floor loudly. "Ow." She sat up slowly. She'd hit the floor much harder than she would have liked to.
The curtain was pulled aside and a head of shiny, lack hair stuck through. "Hi!" A girl bounced onto Pansy's side of the room. "You must be Pansy. I'm Nadia." She offered her hand and hauled the other girl off the ground.
"And you don't like music?" Pansy asked. She saw the edge of an instrument case on her room mate's bed.
"I just don't like my music teacher. She's nasty. I love playing flute. Just not the way she wants me to!" Nadia moaned and fell backward dramatically onto her bed.
"That's a pity." Pansy smirked. "We don't study music at Hogwarts. You'd be free to play however you like." And I could use a friend among my brother's possible friends.
"I know. I'm going to Hogwarts. Not like my parents." Nadia smiled. "The uniform is much nicer than in Durmstrang. Even if it is all in black."
Why would she care what colour our robes are? She's wearing black right now. "I hope you like Hogwarts." Pansy shrugged mentally. I'm sure I'll get along with her. And if I don't Father will return at some point.
"Have you gone swimming yet?" Nadia asked as she peeled off her clothes to revel a one piece swimsuit.
"No. But I have seen the pool. It's quite nice." Pansy looked at her merger clothing. She hadn't packed a swimsuit.
"There should be a suit for you in the closet. I had it get a few things in your size." Nadia nodded to a sunken in wall. Large doors covered it and their finely made handles were well polished.
Pansy opened the closet. And to her surprise it was filled with swimsuits, all in her size. "Amazing!"
"It knows what you want." Nadia told her. She pulled out a green and silver suit. "I think you should wear this one. It will look splendid."
Pansy pulled the curtain and changed into her new suit. It fit her perfectly. As if it had been made for her and the clothes looked very nice on her slim body. She joined the other girl in the hallway. "Let's go swimming!"
The Parkinson family spent the next three days enjoying themselves in the Kurt-Habib household. It was cool and beautiful and the people looked after them.
What more could I want? Pansy had been taken to Diagon Alley that morning. She stroked her familiar, an owl named Nero. "You're gorgeous."
"My Father does have an eye for owls." Nadia said as she walked in and overheard the comment. "He supplies some of the birds to the shop. Nero was one of owls I helped raise and train."
Pansy stroked the owl again. This time deeper, she run her fingers through the thick feathers. "I love you. Thanks for telling me Nadia."
"No problem." Nadia stroked her own owl. When she'd declared her choice of Hogwarts her parents had insisted she take their best owl and write home as often as possible. "Who are you going to write to first?"
Pansy paused to think. Who do I want to write to? One of the other girls. Daphene, maybe I can convince her to get a familiar too. "I think I'll write to my friend Daphene. Daphene Greengrass."
"Sure." Nadia handed Pansy a roll of parchment, a bottle of ink, and a sharp quill.
"Thanks." Pansy put her quill in the ink and began her letter to Daphene.
Next chapter: Daphene Greengrass.