She could hear voices; far away.They sounded worried. I can't hear
them.Wait.
".And there's one or two every OWL year. I know what I'm talking about, Professor!" "I understand, Madam Pomfrey, but the nature of this outburst was rather unusual. Some of my pupils are still rather.disturbed by it." "Well, I tell you Severus, I see this with every fifth year. Some of them are trying to get out of taking their exams, either consciously of otherwise. And the pupils from your house seem to suffer unduly from parental pressure." "Miss Parkinson is usually a very level headed student. I take exception to the fact that you suspect her of trying to shirk her-" "Out, Severus! I'm having none of this! Parkinson will be fine, now shoo!" Professor Snape allowed himself to be compelled from the room by Madam Pomfrey. As the mediwitch turned back from the hospital wing door she saw that her patient was awake. Pansy was lying on her side in a hospital bed, a haunted look on her face. "Why haven't I been sent home" said Pansy in a hoarse voice "what I said was true" she added. "What, that you're dangerous, dear?" Madam Pomfrey asked, still in her brisk voice but now radiating a demeanour of care and concern. "Yes. I'm a danger to another student and possibly myself too. You have to send me home." Speaking seemed to take a great effort from Pansy. "Parkinson, you are clearly suffering from pre-exam nerves and have had a terrible nightmare" "How many times do I have to say it: I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE OWLS! I.I'm sorry for shouting you just have to send me home. Or lock me up?" Pansy sunk back into the bed and looked up imploringly at Madam Pomfrey. "Oh, poor child!" Said Madam Pomfrey; her commanding façade melting completely "I must teach you a spell to rid your mind of the after effects of nightmares!" She was too drained to argue. Pansy listened vaguely as Pomfrey explained an incantation called "Erasomnium" and barely heard her many assurances that everything would be all right after some proper rest. All too soon she was back in the common room, as if nothing had happened. She could hardly believe it. She - or was it her - Had threatened to kill another student. Hermione. Now she didn't know if she wanted to try to approach Hermione at all. The thought of her produced no emotion in Pansy now, except a indistinct sadness and an increase in the ever-present fear of the time when she would have to hear Jenny's dreadful voice again. Jenny was silent now. But Hermione would never want to know Pansy. She was either crazy or possessed. No one in the common room noticed as Pansy began silently crying.
".And there's one or two every OWL year. I know what I'm talking about, Professor!" "I understand, Madam Pomfrey, but the nature of this outburst was rather unusual. Some of my pupils are still rather.disturbed by it." "Well, I tell you Severus, I see this with every fifth year. Some of them are trying to get out of taking their exams, either consciously of otherwise. And the pupils from your house seem to suffer unduly from parental pressure." "Miss Parkinson is usually a very level headed student. I take exception to the fact that you suspect her of trying to shirk her-" "Out, Severus! I'm having none of this! Parkinson will be fine, now shoo!" Professor Snape allowed himself to be compelled from the room by Madam Pomfrey. As the mediwitch turned back from the hospital wing door she saw that her patient was awake. Pansy was lying on her side in a hospital bed, a haunted look on her face. "Why haven't I been sent home" said Pansy in a hoarse voice "what I said was true" she added. "What, that you're dangerous, dear?" Madam Pomfrey asked, still in her brisk voice but now radiating a demeanour of care and concern. "Yes. I'm a danger to another student and possibly myself too. You have to send me home." Speaking seemed to take a great effort from Pansy. "Parkinson, you are clearly suffering from pre-exam nerves and have had a terrible nightmare" "How many times do I have to say it: I DON'T CARE ABOUT THE OWLS! I.I'm sorry for shouting you just have to send me home. Or lock me up?" Pansy sunk back into the bed and looked up imploringly at Madam Pomfrey. "Oh, poor child!" Said Madam Pomfrey; her commanding façade melting completely "I must teach you a spell to rid your mind of the after effects of nightmares!" She was too drained to argue. Pansy listened vaguely as Pomfrey explained an incantation called "Erasomnium" and barely heard her many assurances that everything would be all right after some proper rest. All too soon she was back in the common room, as if nothing had happened. She could hardly believe it. She - or was it her - Had threatened to kill another student. Hermione. Now she didn't know if she wanted to try to approach Hermione at all. The thought of her produced no emotion in Pansy now, except a indistinct sadness and an increase in the ever-present fear of the time when she would have to hear Jenny's dreadful voice again. Jenny was silent now. But Hermione would never want to know Pansy. She was either crazy or possessed. No one in the common room noticed as Pansy began silently crying.