So here is Miss Pakinson, and don't you all hate her? So I got her needy desperation for friends!


Parkinson, Pansy

Pansy beamed as entered the Great Hall. Finally, finally! She was there! She'd reached Hogwarts at last. This Hall, this beautiful, beautiful Hall, was where she'd eat every day. She'd be here for the greater part of the next Seven years. She was perfectly ready to grab Hogwarts life and go with it. She was going to make these years the best of her life. Pansy knew she'd make tons of friends. She had the purest of blood after all. And she was already aquainted with Mr Malfoy. Or Draco as she called him. Their mothers were quite friendly. He was handsome and intelligent and would surely help her on her way to being a very popular girl.

Pansy had been observing students since the moment they first got on the train. She's arrived a little early with her robes already on, said a loving goodbye to her parents and promised they'd be proud of her. Then she'd found a nice compartment and waited. Whenever purebloods walked by she'd welcome them warmly. Some had chosen to sit with the other first years in another compartment but she didn't care. She'd also asked some other half-bloods she saw potential in and left it at that. They were in the first stages of being part of her group. But some of them would be sorted wrong and never make it to the group she'd develop at Hogwarts.

They had already begun to follow her natural lead on the train ride over. They'd changed into their robes because she had and laughed at everything she'd said. It was one of the advantages of being the first friendly face they saw on the train.

One ugly girl called Millicent Bulstrode, who Pansy knew had one pure-blood parent and one muggleborn, was particulaly willing to follow Pansy around. She would be a valuable asset from her brute strenght alone.

Pansy made sure she got a place at the front of the crowd of first years when they reached the front of the Hall. She held her head high and confident as she looked up at the witch, McGonagall. McGonagall placed the ratty sorting hat down on the stool and Pansy fixed her eyes intently upon it, listening to it's song. She scoffed as it described the other houses, obviously trying to make them sound better.

But the truth was her parents had already told her all about things. She knew Gryffindors were arrogant and self-righteous, Hufflepuffs were stupid and gullible and Ravenclaws were boring and anti-social. There was no way Pansy would get any house but Slytherin.

Clever Slytherin's who knew what they wanted and weren't scared of getting it. Noble Sytherins who came from families of proper, pure witches and wizards. Pansy was a Slytherin! And it was Slytherin house that would make her popular. People would all want to join her little group of friends and be desperate to make her like them. She'd be adored and looked up to like her mother had been, even if she wasn't as pretty. Pansy had a plan.

And Pansy didn't care if she wasn't as pretty. She didn't care if she had a nose like a pug! People would like her anyway. They would! Her mother and father would be so proud of her. They had always loved her to bits. And now everyone else would too. She'd be the most popular girl in her year!

Her name was called and she walked forward at the perfect speed, head high as the hat fell over her eyes. It would probably take the hat a few second to sort her. The noise of the Hall cut off as her ears were covered.

An ambitous and cuning girl, certainly. The hat thought right into her head. And Slytherin would suit you, though your need for real friends could be nutured much better in another hosue,

Oh come on! Pansy thought back contemptously. You know I'd make a good Slytherin so put me there!

There's no need to be rude Miss Parkinson. I won't try and change your carefully laid out plans. You'll get your wish. But what you seem to be looking for is real love. Not the empty crowd of followers you plan to gather. Uh-uh, there's no need to interupt! I will say that you'll do best in SLYTHERIN!

Pansy pulled off the hat, carefully hiding her annoyance at the Hat's stupid comment about her serch for "real love". What did he know anyway?

She joined the cheering table and squealed excitedly as she greeted the girls who she'd gathered on the train. Another half-blood girl she had sat with on the train waved at her from another table. Pansy raised her eyebrows and sneered at her. Did she honestly think Pansy was going to assosiate with a half-blood like that? Ew.

Pansy couldn't afford to make the wrong friends.


Ew. A non-Slytherin. lol, Pansy's silly XD Please review!