Parvati Patil: The Soul Within
Summary: Parvati Patil is just that Gryffindor prep and member of the Hogwarts gossip circle. She's just Lavender Brown's sidekick and fan of Professor Trelawney. Right?. Maybe not, after all, people change. 6th year fic.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, chances are that I don't own it.
A/N: I happily present to you, my faithful readers...all one or two of you...my long awaited (hopefully) Chapter 3. Im sorry for the small delay but a busy school weak and a weekend out of town has prevented me from posting this any sooner. I hope you enjoy it...at least enough to review it. Anyways...enough rambaling...so with out further ado, I present to you.... p.s. R/R! For heavans sake. Please?!?!
Chapter 3: Summer Routine
Parvati's mother was gone when she awoke in the morning. She found her sister in the kitchen nibbling on some eggs, paying special care not to get any on the application that was laid out in front. Parvati sat down across from her sister and began heaping her plate with eggs and French toast, she was definitely a breakfast person.
"When'd Mother leave."
"I'unno... Father was in when I woke though."
"What'd he say?" Parvati asked through a mouth full of food. Padma waited until she was done filling something in to answer. She looked up at her sister with a look of disgust before speaking.
"Don't chew with your mouth full. He didn't say much. He will be gone for the next week though."
Parvati shoved the last bite of eggs in her mouth, stood up and asked. "Do you know where I set my Cleansweep? I want to go for a fly."
"Did you check the closet. Tibby (a/n their house-elf) usually puts them there when she unpacks our stuff."
"Good idea, I'll check. See you around then." Parvati smiled and ran off to look in the broom closet. That, she thought, was another thing that very few people knew about her. She loved to fly.
Of course she wasn't all that great. She couldn't play Quidditch if her life depended on it, but flying set her free. There was just something about the air wiping past her face and the ground speeding by fifty feet below that helped to relieve the tension and let out the frustration.
Her friends, at least the ones who knew, thought she was crazy. Especially Lavender, who couldn't see why anyone would enjoy risking their life spiraling around in the air at the speed of a bullet when all it seemingly did was mess up your hair and made you all sweaty.
Of course Lavender loved watching Quidditch. Or rather the boys that played it. But she just found it so completely unnatural for a GIRL to LIKE to actually fly.
'She just doesn't understand.' Parvati thought as she located her new Cleansweep 8 XP in the closet, it was no Nimbus or Firebolt, but it suited her just fine.
'She's just like the rest of them, none of them understand.' Parvati continued her thoughts as she made her way out into the warm June morning and out into a grove where the Patil's own personal Quidditch Pitch was hidden. 'Of course they don't understand. They don't even really know me so why would they understand my need to relieve the pressure?'
All of Parvati's thought's were banished from her mind as she kicked off from the ground and let her body fly off into bliss.
She remained in the air until she could no longer take the mid-day heat. She returned inside and mumbled a greeting to her sister who was, amazingly, still seated in the kitchen working on her résumé.
Parvati rushed off to the nearest bathroom in the house to shower, if you could call the large Patil mansion a house. After cleansing herself up a bit she made her way back down to the kitchen where Tibby had a plate of assorted sandwiches awaiting her.
She took one up and addressed her sister. "Why are you so keen on getting a job anyway. You know Mother gives us enough money to live on our own for years at a time every summer."
"Mother won't always be there to hand out Galleons, you know. Besides, we only have two years left at Hogwarts, we need to begin thinking of our futures. What will you do when you graduate and suddenly realize that you have never had a job before and then you have to get one to live off?"
Parvati shrugged off the idea and joked "Marry a rich guy?". Her sister had a bit too much of a Ravenclaw mindset for her. Who planned ahead when they were 16 anyways?
'Speaking of Ravenclaw, I might as well get a head start on my homework. No use putting it off 'till the end of the summer.' And so she headed up on her room to get a start on her Transfiguration essay on negative affects of poor human transfiguration, after all, she had nothing else to do.
The next week went by following much the same pattern. She would wake up in the late morning to find Padma already gone to her new job at the library. She would spend the mornings lolling around lazily after eating a large breakfest. She commonly would take her broom for a long flight before returning to the house where she would work on homework, owl Lavender and drool over pictures of wizards in magazines such as Witch Weekly and Teen Witch.
With the absence of her parents Parvati found the Patil Estate rather enjoyable. She dreaded the return of her mother...the few encounters that she had had with her parents this summer had been horrible.
Mr. Patil had made an appearance during the middle of the week. He had entered the dinning room as his two daughter were finishing up their dinner on Wednesday. He had been wearing his usual clothes- a long black cloak with a large hood which was thrown over black muggle slacks and a silky,white, muggle buisness shirt.
His dark eyes had stared unblinking across the table at his daughters while they sat waiting for him to address them. Don't speak until spoken to. He had downed three full cups of coffee before he had made any attempt to speak. When he did speak his cold voice cut through the air in an icy tone which hardly broke the uncomfortable silence. His statement had been short and to the point, and had required no response, as he informed the two girls that he would be leaving the country 'on business' for over a month and that they were not to disturb him that night - as if they would want to.
After that life once again returned back to its daily routine for Parvati. Mother arrived back home, but that made a faint difference as she stayed to herself in her office in the West Wing all day and night, with the exception of the mealtimes, which were now much to formal for even Padma to stand.
But now on a beautiful warm June afternoon in which clouds high in the sky to the East suggested a possible storm later that night, Parvati stood in her bedroom, leaning against one of her purple walls. Her eyes were fixed on an envelope which she was clutching tightly, as if her life depended on it, and in some ways it almost did.
The envelope was made of dark yellow parchment paper and a crest on its reverse side revealed that it was from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The contents of the letter felt quite thick and heavy and seemed were most likley made of the same material as the envelope. Parvati knew that the insides of the letter could contain only one thing. Her future - also known as her OWL results.
It was with a surprisingly steady hand with which Parvati broke the seal and calmly unfolded the two pieces of parchment which the evelope had contained and began to read.
She quickly breezed over the first page which contained a lot of formalities and signatures which meant a whole lot of nothing to Parvati. It was with a slightly shaking hand with which she flipped over to the second page and began to read.
Ordinary Wizarding Level results for Ms. Parvati P. Patil
Transfiguration - Exceeds Expectations
Charms - Oustanding
Herbology - Acceptable
Potions - Dreadful
Defense Against the Dark Arts - Exceeds Expectations
History of Magic - Dreadful
Astronomy - Acceptable
Care of Magical Creatures - Acceptable ____________________________
Total OWLs - 6
Parvati gulped. Six OWLs? Six measley OWLs? Her mother would kill her. She would hang her from a rope and then nail her to a cross. Forget Avada Kedvra - it would be much too painless for her mother when she saw this. Her sister probably got a good eleven OWLs, at the least.
It was with a heavy heart that Parvati presented her resutls to her mother during lunch. Her Mother did seem quite unapproving of the results, especially compared to Padma's, who had scored a whomping sixteen on her's. However, her Mother's words hurt Parvati much more than any disapproving comments ever could when she said:
"Hmmph. I expected no less from a Gryffindor like you, Parvti."
Parvati wanted to cry, yell, scream, curse and runaway all at the same time. She wanted to dissapear and never lay sight upon her mother again. 'Of all the things she could say,' Parvati contemplated, 'Why did she have to say what would hurt me the most? Why can't she ever be proud of me? Why can't she try and understand?'
"Yes Mother." Parvati squeaked out. She hurried off to her room as soon as the meal was over and flopped down on her bed. "Hopefully it would not be long until I can escape this dreadful place." She mumbled weakley to herself as she flopped down on her large bed and began staring out the window, as if waiting an inventation to Lavender's. A letter could not come too soon, in her opinion.
Summary: Parvati Patil is just that Gryffindor prep and member of the Hogwarts gossip circle. She's just Lavender Brown's sidekick and fan of Professor Trelawney. Right?. Maybe not, after all, people change. 6th year fic.
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, chances are that I don't own it.
A/N: I happily present to you, my faithful readers...all one or two of you...my long awaited (hopefully) Chapter 3. Im sorry for the small delay but a busy school weak and a weekend out of town has prevented me from posting this any sooner. I hope you enjoy it...at least enough to review it. Anyways...enough rambaling...so with out further ado, I present to you.... p.s. R/R! For heavans sake. Please?!?!
Chapter 3: Summer Routine
Parvati's mother was gone when she awoke in the morning. She found her sister in the kitchen nibbling on some eggs, paying special care not to get any on the application that was laid out in front. Parvati sat down across from her sister and began heaping her plate with eggs and French toast, she was definitely a breakfast person.
"When'd Mother leave."
"I'unno... Father was in when I woke though."
"What'd he say?" Parvati asked through a mouth full of food. Padma waited until she was done filling something in to answer. She looked up at her sister with a look of disgust before speaking.
"Don't chew with your mouth full. He didn't say much. He will be gone for the next week though."
Parvati shoved the last bite of eggs in her mouth, stood up and asked. "Do you know where I set my Cleansweep? I want to go for a fly."
"Did you check the closet. Tibby (a/n their house-elf) usually puts them there when she unpacks our stuff."
"Good idea, I'll check. See you around then." Parvati smiled and ran off to look in the broom closet. That, she thought, was another thing that very few people knew about her. She loved to fly.
Of course she wasn't all that great. She couldn't play Quidditch if her life depended on it, but flying set her free. There was just something about the air wiping past her face and the ground speeding by fifty feet below that helped to relieve the tension and let out the frustration.
Her friends, at least the ones who knew, thought she was crazy. Especially Lavender, who couldn't see why anyone would enjoy risking their life spiraling around in the air at the speed of a bullet when all it seemingly did was mess up your hair and made you all sweaty.
Of course Lavender loved watching Quidditch. Or rather the boys that played it. But she just found it so completely unnatural for a GIRL to LIKE to actually fly.
'She just doesn't understand.' Parvati thought as she located her new Cleansweep 8 XP in the closet, it was no Nimbus or Firebolt, but it suited her just fine.
'She's just like the rest of them, none of them understand.' Parvati continued her thoughts as she made her way out into the warm June morning and out into a grove where the Patil's own personal Quidditch Pitch was hidden. 'Of course they don't understand. They don't even really know me so why would they understand my need to relieve the pressure?'
All of Parvati's thought's were banished from her mind as she kicked off from the ground and let her body fly off into bliss.
She remained in the air until she could no longer take the mid-day heat. She returned inside and mumbled a greeting to her sister who was, amazingly, still seated in the kitchen working on her résumé.
Parvati rushed off to the nearest bathroom in the house to shower, if you could call the large Patil mansion a house. After cleansing herself up a bit she made her way back down to the kitchen where Tibby had a plate of assorted sandwiches awaiting her.
She took one up and addressed her sister. "Why are you so keen on getting a job anyway. You know Mother gives us enough money to live on our own for years at a time every summer."
"Mother won't always be there to hand out Galleons, you know. Besides, we only have two years left at Hogwarts, we need to begin thinking of our futures. What will you do when you graduate and suddenly realize that you have never had a job before and then you have to get one to live off?"
Parvati shrugged off the idea and joked "Marry a rich guy?". Her sister had a bit too much of a Ravenclaw mindset for her. Who planned ahead when they were 16 anyways?
'Speaking of Ravenclaw, I might as well get a head start on my homework. No use putting it off 'till the end of the summer.' And so she headed up on her room to get a start on her Transfiguration essay on negative affects of poor human transfiguration, after all, she had nothing else to do.
The next week went by following much the same pattern. She would wake up in the late morning to find Padma already gone to her new job at the library. She would spend the mornings lolling around lazily after eating a large breakfest. She commonly would take her broom for a long flight before returning to the house where she would work on homework, owl Lavender and drool over pictures of wizards in magazines such as Witch Weekly and Teen Witch.
With the absence of her parents Parvati found the Patil Estate rather enjoyable. She dreaded the return of her mother...the few encounters that she had had with her parents this summer had been horrible.
Mr. Patil had made an appearance during the middle of the week. He had entered the dinning room as his two daughter were finishing up their dinner on Wednesday. He had been wearing his usual clothes- a long black cloak with a large hood which was thrown over black muggle slacks and a silky,white, muggle buisness shirt.
His dark eyes had stared unblinking across the table at his daughters while they sat waiting for him to address them. Don't speak until spoken to. He had downed three full cups of coffee before he had made any attempt to speak. When he did speak his cold voice cut through the air in an icy tone which hardly broke the uncomfortable silence. His statement had been short and to the point, and had required no response, as he informed the two girls that he would be leaving the country 'on business' for over a month and that they were not to disturb him that night - as if they would want to.
After that life once again returned back to its daily routine for Parvati. Mother arrived back home, but that made a faint difference as she stayed to herself in her office in the West Wing all day and night, with the exception of the mealtimes, which were now much to formal for even Padma to stand.
But now on a beautiful warm June afternoon in which clouds high in the sky to the East suggested a possible storm later that night, Parvati stood in her bedroom, leaning against one of her purple walls. Her eyes were fixed on an envelope which she was clutching tightly, as if her life depended on it, and in some ways it almost did.
The envelope was made of dark yellow parchment paper and a crest on its reverse side revealed that it was from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The contents of the letter felt quite thick and heavy and seemed were most likley made of the same material as the envelope. Parvati knew that the insides of the letter could contain only one thing. Her future - also known as her OWL results.
It was with a surprisingly steady hand with which Parvati broke the seal and calmly unfolded the two pieces of parchment which the evelope had contained and began to read.
She quickly breezed over the first page which contained a lot of formalities and signatures which meant a whole lot of nothing to Parvati. It was with a slightly shaking hand with which she flipped over to the second page and began to read.
Ordinary Wizarding Level results for Ms. Parvati P. Patil
Transfiguration - Exceeds Expectations
Charms - Oustanding
Herbology - Acceptable
Potions - Dreadful
Defense Against the Dark Arts - Exceeds Expectations
History of Magic - Dreadful
Astronomy - Acceptable
Care of Magical Creatures - Acceptable ____________________________
Total OWLs - 6
Parvati gulped. Six OWLs? Six measley OWLs? Her mother would kill her. She would hang her from a rope and then nail her to a cross. Forget Avada Kedvra - it would be much too painless for her mother when she saw this. Her sister probably got a good eleven OWLs, at the least.
It was with a heavy heart that Parvati presented her resutls to her mother during lunch. Her Mother did seem quite unapproving of the results, especially compared to Padma's, who had scored a whomping sixteen on her's. However, her Mother's words hurt Parvati much more than any disapproving comments ever could when she said:
"Hmmph. I expected no less from a Gryffindor like you, Parvti."
Parvati wanted to cry, yell, scream, curse and runaway all at the same time. She wanted to dissapear and never lay sight upon her mother again. 'Of all the things she could say,' Parvati contemplated, 'Why did she have to say what would hurt me the most? Why can't she ever be proud of me? Why can't she try and understand?'
"Yes Mother." Parvati squeaked out. She hurried off to her room as soon as the meal was over and flopped down on her bed. "Hopefully it would not be long until I can escape this dreadful place." She mumbled weakley to herself as she flopped down on her large bed and began staring out the window, as if waiting an inventation to Lavender's. A letter could not come too soon, in her opinion.