Pansy: Native
Pansy always prided herself of her pureblood, her nearly in place engagement to Draco, and the wealth her family possessed. She considered herself more of a true member, a native, than any of the filthy mudbloods.
Pansy knew that they couldn't possibly feel the same togetherness that she did when surrounded by magic. She knew – just by being in the same room – that she belonged here in the world of magic – nowhere else. This was her home, her life, her sanctuary.
And yet…looking towards the rejoicings of the battle of Hogwarts, Pansy felt out of place.
This terrified her.
A/N: My first attempt at Pansy. I'm not sure I liked how this turned out...
Next up will be a fluffy Ginny piece. The angst is getting to me...
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