A/N: This is for Rose (w a t e r m e l o n e y e s)
Prompt: Circus
Pairing: Pansy/Lavender
Little Angel of Misery
Your life is one big circus
and you are the clown –
the village idiot, the court j e s t e r.
(but everyone is laughing at you, not with you.)
And she is walking that high wire,
too far away to reach, to touch.
(Gryffindor and Slytherin are a world (galaxy) apart, after all.)
She is looking down at you,
like the angel that she is,
with a s m i r k on those thin, red lips
and blackblack hair brushing the tips of her shoulders.
So maybe she's not your average angel
(no, she's much too dark).
But she's an angel just the same, in y o u r eyes.
Her laughter, a tinkling like bells,
reaches down to where you wait (watch)
from far, far below.
Usually you are the one to gossip,
but now it has been t u r n e d against you.
She likes girls.
She likes Pansy.
It started as a joke,
but little did they know,
it was a l l true.
Your f a v o r i t e pastime
made you look a fool.
(And finally you see just how it feels.)
You hear the laughter that s u r r o u n d s you
and the (not so) secret whispers.
You don't fail to notice
the glares and dirty looks.
You want it to change everything
(but it changes not a thing).
Your heart still f l u t t e r s when you see her.
You try and deny all the rumors
(but you're a horrible liar;
they all can s e e right through you).
Pansy keeps walking that high wire,
taunting, teasing, torturing.
Ever your dark angel.
But if for some reason
she slips and f a l l s
you will always be waiting below,
ready to c a t c h her.