character: padma patil
such a good liar, darling,
aren't you?
they all fall for it every time.
no matter what you're selling,
someone's buying.
innocence, joy, repentance, laughter.
you've perfected every tilt of the head,
every twitch of the lips,
ever batted eyelash and scuffed foot.
you know how to make them fall for it,
just how to convince them.
the right amount of hesitancy&&confidence,
&&anger when they don't believe you.
of course, it's no surprise they're willing to
trust your lying words.
they're so used to Perfect Parvati,
the gryffindor, with her lion's roar
and obnoxious honesty.
and twins, they're identical, right?
it's easy to play off your sister,
manipulate them.
(she once asked you why you
have to lie so much.
why you can't just tell the truth, for once.)
ironically, that was one of the few times you did.
(parv, you said, parv, it's not
like i have to. and really,
i don't even want to.
but lying, it's mine. it's not yours,
it's not anyone's.
it's just mine.)
she got it.
that's why you two always get along,
even though sometimes you hate each other.
cause you're sisters,
and you're best friends,
and you get each other.