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Friday, 11 April 2003
A/N: Has anyone ever has one of those days when everything just seems to go wrong? Feels horrible doesn't it ... but I've just found out that there are days where everything goes right! ^-^ Catch up on sleep. Thanks reviewers!!! I love you all! :D
Summery: Funny how sometimes two wrongs make a right. Ginny knew that something was wrong with her family but she was too young to understand. Now, several years later, the missing link from her life visits her, but does she recognise who it is? And whom will she turn to for comfort? When you're young you don't understand what you're feeling, but you can learn a lot about feelings within a couple of months, and when you think back you feel like an idiot.
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Blades of Grass and Ladybirds
~ Tears of Despair
Pansy wandered the halls aimlessly, tears blurring her vision. It wasn't every day that this happened to her. Rejection was a completely new feeling to her and she hated its bitter taste, it felt stale in her soul … like a scar that will never fade. Who would have thought that Pansy Parkinson had feelings of her own?
'What does he mean he has interests elsewhere?'
She finally stopped to look around the deserted corridor. Nothing was familiar. A suit of armour that she'd never seen before, a painting of a girl with pale skin, curly white-blonde hair, hazel eyes and freckles looked surprised to see her.
A feeling of panic swept over her, smothering her stomach. The ground was covered in a very thick layer of dust and wherever she stepped, however hard it was, didn't seem to even leave a mark on it. The panic grew when she realised that she was hopelessly lost. She didn't remember which way she came and it didn't look like this corridor was ever used.
Pansy collapsed on the floor and did the only thing someone in a dark, musty and dusty corridor would do, she sneezed.
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Draco couldn't help but notice that Pansy hadn't attended any of the classes for that day. It wasn't that he cared, he didn't, but he felt this stiffness on the back of his neck whenever he thought about it. Could it be … guilt? No … Draco Malfoy didn't feel guilt, among other things.
Ginny was sitting across the room from him. She was tapping her foot on the floor impatiently and diverting her eyes from contact with Draco's. He silently stood and crossed the room to where she was sitting. She was still determined not to make eye contact.
"Hey … you've been avoiding me …" Draco greeted plainly
"Avoiding you? I haven't even been thinking about you! Why would I go out of my way for someone I don't care about?" Ginny lied
"Ouch … what's your problem Virginia? I'm trying to make an effort to get to know you a bit better here and you're just shooting me down!" Draco pointed out
"My *problem* is none of your bees wax … so MYOB ASAP!" Ginny yelled the last bit, stood up and walked out of the library.
"What? MYOB …?" Draco muttered to himself, then stood up and followed the red head out the door, "Hey! Virginia!"
Ginny turned around slowly and waited for him to catch up, "Can I help you?"
"Yes actually … could you tell me what your favourite thing to do is?"
"When I'm at home … going into the muggle town and watching TV in the shop windows … at school … avoiding little ferret stalkers …"
Draco scowled at that last comment, but bit his tong and walked away. Walking away took more self control than he would have thought.
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Pansy sat quietly. She was in a competitive staring competition with the little girl in the painting. Well … she was until the armour stomped its foot, sending a cloud of dust over her head, causing her to close her eyes while she sneezed.
"What are you doing in this place?!?" the girl giggled
"I'm lost … someone will come find me … I'm sure they will …" Pansy said, only half-sure of her words. The girl just shook her head, causing her curls to bounce angelically.
"I don't think so … nobody found me … well … not quick enough … I wasn't always a painting …" the girl paused in thought, "What's your name?"
"Pansy … Pansy Parkinson. What do you mean you weren't always a painting?" Pansy asked suspiciously
"Well … I wasn't always a painting." The girl said, but seeing that this didn't help elaborated, "My name is Tiffany, but call me Tiff please … I like the way it's spelt. I was a student at this school until I got trapped into this painting."
"What? How could you get trapped in a painting?" Pansy asked incredulously
"It's a long story … but I guess you have a long time," Tiff stated, concern weaved into her speech, "I'm guessing you can find this corridor if a boy has made you cry (or if your Filch) … that's what happened to all the other girls that have found me … I was just scaring you before, Filch checks here every night at 12. Anyhoozles, this guy in my year was being absolutely awful … so I ran off crying and found this place. There was a boy in the painting who told me that he was trapped and could only get out if the canvas was ripped."
"Oh … is that all I need to do to get you out?" Pansy asked and moved as if to touch the painting
"NO! DON'T EVEN MOVE!!! HEAR ME FIRST!" Tiff yelled as loud as she could, Pansy sat back on the ground and let her finish talking, "But, as soon as I touched the frame, I was sucked in the painting and the boy was thrown out. Well … by that time I was totally freaked out, the boy just turned around and told me that, if I wanted to get out again, I had to get someone else to touch the painting. Of corse, I'd never do that to anyone … so here I am, stuck here forever. Nobody to talk to … well, besides Dale …" Tiffs shoulders noticeably slumped as she motioned towards the armour.
"Oh … my … that's horrible …" Pansy felt this girl's pain, "How long have you been here so far?"
"Roughly? About 24-25 years. I don't know the exact date. I didn't think to keep track at the time." Tiff answered dully
"Well … my life's gone to shit anyways … my parents hate me … everyone in the school has hated me for the last 3 years … and the guy of my dreams has 'interests elsewhere' … so, if you want your life back, I'll be willing to give you yours, if you don't tell anyone where I am."
Tiffs eyes lit up, "Really? Are you serious?" She said, her voice hiccupping with excitement
"Yeah …" Pansy confirmed
"Are you sure?" Tiff asked concerned
Pansy answered by standing up and placing her hand on the bottom frame. It was sudden. Almost like touching a portkey, a jerking at her stomach … her navel pulling her into the painting. Then everything went white.
When her vision cleared up, Pansy saw that she was in a painted world. There was grass, a tree, sky, two doors on either side (to other paintings), and a window into the outside world. Like a magnet, she was pulled to the window to look out. Tiff was there, her eyes glinting mischievously.
"Maybe one day you'll find out what *really* happened … but right now ill tell you something, I lied for the most part … what am I saying? The only truth I told was that I've been in there for roughly 25 years. Filch isn't coming, there was no boy … and I don't think your getting out of there any time soon!" Tiff grinned, waved goodbye and started walking down the hall.
Pansy banged on the painting, yelling, screaming and, eventually, crying. Nobody would hear her. Nobody would care. She tried opening the doors, but they were locked.
It was hopeless.
The girl leant against the tree and let the emerging tears trickle down her face. The stillness of the room engulfed her. All she could hear was the rustle of her clothes whenever she moved. She slid down the tree trunk onto the grass. The grass was paint, she could tell by the way that it looked, but it didn't feel like paint … it didn't feel like anything. It was paint, but when she touched it, it didn't leave a mark on her, but if she stroked the grass it would move like normal grass would. The grass kept her distracted for a while.
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Tiff strolled down the corridor; she had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. She had lived 12 years before she got trapped in the painting. She was 37 years old! ⅔ of her life was spent in that painting, now she wanted revenge. Her eyes glinted evilly. She had an aura that screamed 'Don't mess with me'. Her angelic curls fluttered behind her. She was not a force to be reckoned with.
Tiff made a bee-line towards Dumbledore's office. Once there she tapped the gargoyle on the shoulder and it moved right but of the way.
Dumbledore looked up at the girl, "You … what? How did you? Wait … where were … please, explanation …?"
Tiff's eyes started watering … her voice choked up and she wept, "I … I … I … don't know what happened, I just know I'm back …"
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T.B.C
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A/N: I have no idea where I'm going with this … DAMN YOU SALIZAR! (Ok … I watch too much Charlies Angels … I'll give you that much) I'm allergic to flames. My eyes go all red and start watering ... and yes, a boy made the boy start crying … I leave it up to your imaginations why.
I'm getting confused about what length I should make the chapters … this chapter is 1500 words in the story part (no A/N's included) I think I might try to average that … but if you would like longer chapters (the first chapter was 2072 words … I'm not going over that, it'll take too long for me to write) just say in your reviews …
~The Golden Goose
~MWAH!
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There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what they Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable.
There is another theory which states that this has already happened ... ~Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy