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:wow..I can't believe that there are people out there that are reading this, much less liking it. I didn't think it was all that great. And I'm sorry for not updating in so long...I had a slight problem in putting this ch. together for some reason- darn writers block!!!. I hope you like it, and if you do or don't, please continue to R/R...thanks.
Chapter 4: To Lavender's
The letter from Lavender arrived the next week, and Parvati was forever grateful for the invitation, even if it did mean the rest of her summer would most likely spent gossiping and giggling. After all, it was better than staying around the 'house' with her folks.
The letter had, in fact, woken her up in the morning from a long night of tossing and turning. She had awoken to Lavender's barn owl, Fibbers, nibbling on her ear. She hadn't even woken up enough to rub the sleep dust out of her eyes when she was tearing the seal and unfolding the pink parchment.
She had to squint to be able to read the long swooping words which were wrote in a very light baby blue ink.
Disregarding the little hearts that Lavender had designed the letter with, Parvati soon began to read:
Hey Parvati How's your summer going? Or should I ask? Anyways...that has nothing to do with why Im writing. Have you got the latest copy of Witch Weekly? Oh my God...If you haven't then you have got to come over here, like today. It is so awesome, you won't believe it.
Actually Parvati hadn't got this weeks copy of Witch Weekly as she didn't have a subscription like Lavender. She just had to live with getting them a few days late when she had her sister bring one home from work.
I already asked my Mum if you could come over and she was like "Of Course"...I swear that you got her fooled girl. She thinks your an Angel. Now all you got to do is get over here. Your mum will let you won't she? I mean, you only got 6 OWLS right? I got 10...don't know how though, and it don't really matter.
Well--- see you soon then
-Lav
PS You will love Witch Weekly...
Parvati only pondered how in the world even Lavender had done better on the OWLs for a few seconds before setting into motion. Within minutes she was packed and headed out to find her mother.
When she was not to be found anywhere around the house Parvati began to get nervous. That is until she glanced at the clock on the wall which read Sleeping for both her mother and sister and Away on Business for her father. Parvati's hand on the clock read, in large bold letters WHY ARE YOU AWAKE? GO BACK TO SLEEP.
"Errr...damn you Lav. Sending me a letter before the sun has even risen properly!" She mumbled to herself, knowing that she was now much to awake to get any more sleep. Might as well get one last fly in. She decided firmly, knowing good and well that once at Lavender's the mere mention of flying would draw a questioning to her sanity.
The air was cool and refreshing as Parvati kicked off from the ground. As she circled and dived through the thick layers of early morning fog Parvati concluded that the flying early in the morning was the second best way to clear one's mind, with only a pensieve ranking higher. Time flew faster than a Firebolt and soon a hot summer morning sun was beating down on her back, through her pajamas which she had abandoned to change out of. When she realized how long she had been airborne she instantly made her way back to solid ground.
As she entered the large mansion she let her nose guide her to the kitchen, the smell of fresh pancakes flooding her senses. It was with little surprise that she found her mother in the kitchen, head hidden behind the Daily Prophet, and her twin finishing her breakfast before she was off to work.
Parvati sat down at the large ebony table and heaped four pancakes onto a plate, soaking them with a generous amount of blueberry syrup.
"Mother."
"Yes?"
"Err..can I go to Lavender's for the rest of the summer?"
"Only you would waste your summer with the likes of her." Padma stated in a disapproving tone of voice.
"Sod off."
"Ladies...I will warn you this time, but next time..."
"Yes Mother."
"Now Padma, your sister can make her own choices, even if they aren't exactly...wise. I suggest you mind your own business. And yes, Parvati, you may visit your friend, when do you plan on leaving?"
"As soon as possible, Mother."
"Very well, you can leave today if you wish."
And so Parvati found herself, an hour and a half later, standing in front of one of the Patil's many fire places, floo powder in one hand and trunk in the other. She had checked and triple checked everything, received her yearly sack of money from her mother, and sent a reply to Lavender. With one last run down of a check list in her mind she threw the powder into the fire, stepped in, and shouted "The Brown's!"
A swirl of fireplaces and one elbow knocking later, Parvati found herself standing in the fireplace of a small, well furnished living room. As she exited the fireplace Lavender, who had been sitting on a fluffy maroon couch, jumped up with a squeal and gave Parvati an excited hug.
"What took you so long?"
"Had to pack."
"Hmm. Well, my mum's gone out shopping, I wanted to go but you were coming and everything." They were now making their way through a hallway and up a circular staircase, dragging Parvati's trunk behind them.
"Wait till you see my room, its awesome."
"What'd you do to it this time?" Parvati asked in exasperation. Lavender had a sort of obsession of fixing up and repainting her room.
"You'll see."
They made their way down to the second door on the left in the hallway and opened the door to Lavender's room.
It took a second for Parvati's eyes to adjust to the bright pink and red decor of the room. All the walls, furniture, and bedding were reflecting some shade or another of bright colors. Add to that the blinding sunlight entering through a large window overlooking a bright green meadow and you had one bright room on your hands.
In fact, the only relief from the intense colors were the various posters and photos that could be found lining one of the pink walls. They were mostly the same posters that could be found on that wall every year, Parvati realized as she examined the pictures of bands like The Weird Sisters or Celestina Warbeck and other various pictures of things such as wizard models, no doubt retrieved from magazines.
"Do you like it?" Lavender asked in an excited tone.
"I suppose. But don't you thinks its a little bright?"
"But that's the whole point. I needed a good refreshing from last years blue." Parvati secretly thought that the baby blue decor of the previous summer was a much better choice, but decided not to remark on that as she sat down next to Lavender on the bed.
"Here's the magazine I was telling you about. I still can hardly believe it." Lavender remarked as she grabbed a copy Witch Weekly from its previous location next to a picture from the school year. The picture was of Seamus, with an impish smirk on his face, as he had one arm wrapped around Lavender and the other around Parvati as they posed, laughing, in front of the Hogwarts lake. Parvati giggled as the Seamus' picture attempted to shove the Lavender into the lake.
Parvati's attention was forced back to the real Lavender as she shoved the magazine into her hands. Parvati had to restrain her mouth from drooping down as she examined the cover.
It was a picture of Harry Potter. He was straddling a chair, his chin resting on his arms, which were rested on the back of the chair. He was wearing a long black dress robes which appeared to be made of some sort of dragon hide. The robes were unbuttoned to reveal that Harry was only wearing a pair of baggy black pants beneath them-no shirt to cover up his tanned chest and flat stomach.
A small, dark green lightning bolt was woven into both the robes and the pants. It greatly resembled the scar on Harry's face which, Parvati realized, was no longer framed by his glasses.
The picture had Parvati close to drooling,
Above the picture, written in the same shade of green as the lightning bolt emblem on the clothing, was a heading proclaiming, Harry Potter: Uncovered. (pg. 56)
Lavender burst into giggles at Parvati's reaction to the cover page and continued to giggle as Parvati failed to close her mouth as she skimmed over the article on Harry before beginning to examine the other various pictures from a photo shoot of him in several various outfits.
"I can't believe this! Is all this true?"
"Probably. I mean, why would Witch Weekly say that he was starting a new clothing line, a new line of broomsticks and God knows what else if he wasn't? And did you read that part that said that he was starting a band?"
"Yeah...hmm. Wonder who else is in it, it doesn't say here."
"Let me see." Lavender squealed as she grabbed the magazine away from Parvati and began to read the article again. "It says here that they call themselves 'The Unforgivables.' Oh God, do you think they'll play in Hogsmeade this year? I wonder if they're any good."
"Probably, I can just see Harry up there singing..."
"Yeah. Oh...look at this shirt! I wonder if they'll have it in Diagon Alley." Lavender said as she examined a black t-shirt with bright green letters across the front, spelling out POTTER. "If they do I'm gonna get it. I can't wait to go shopping!"
"Me either. What's the broom he's gonna have called?"
"Says here that, 'Potter is also planning to release a new line of broomsticks. The first broom, which will be entitled 'Lightning Bolt', and is rumored to best the performance of brooms such as the Firebolt is currently set for a late fall release. Mr. Potter helped to design, and will personally test, the broom before it is released to the public.'"
"Awesome."
"Yeah, who would have ever thought that he would ever take advantage of his fame? I always thought that he didn't like it." Parvati was slightly surprised at her friend's insight on that matter but simply replied with a shrug and:
"Well, he has changed."
"Yeah..."
It was several hours, three magazines, and four games of exploding snap later Parvati found herself sitting down to dinner with Lavender, Ms. Brown, and Mr. Brown.
At last, I can finally enjoy a meal like your supposed to! Parvati mused as she tucked in and began to devour her piece of chicken, lending only half an ear to the casual discussion of Ministry business.
Later that night the dark haired girl found herself lying on her back on a soft pad on the floor. She was fighting a losing effort in the fight to stay awake as she stared up at her friend's pink walls and listened to the other girls quiet snores. Her last pondering thought as she drifted off into the world of sleep was something along the lines of, 'If only life were as simple as Lav sees it, if it was only all boys and lip gloss...'
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:wow..I can't believe that there are people out there that are reading this, much less liking it. I didn't think it was all that great. And I'm sorry for not updating in so long...I had a slight problem in putting this ch. together for some reason- darn writers block!!!. I hope you like it, and if you do or don't, please continue to R/R...thanks.
Chapter 4: To Lavender's
The letter from Lavender arrived the next week, and Parvati was forever grateful for the invitation, even if it did mean the rest of her summer would most likely spent gossiping and giggling. After all, it was better than staying around the 'house' with her folks.
The letter had, in fact, woken her up in the morning from a long night of tossing and turning. She had awoken to Lavender's barn owl, Fibbers, nibbling on her ear. She hadn't even woken up enough to rub the sleep dust out of her eyes when she was tearing the seal and unfolding the pink parchment.
She had to squint to be able to read the long swooping words which were wrote in a very light baby blue ink.
Disregarding the little hearts that Lavender had designed the letter with, Parvati soon began to read:
Hey Parvati How's your summer going? Or should I ask? Anyways...that has nothing to do with why Im writing. Have you got the latest copy of Witch Weekly? Oh my God...If you haven't then you have got to come over here, like today. It is so awesome, you won't believe it.
Actually Parvati hadn't got this weeks copy of Witch Weekly as she didn't have a subscription like Lavender. She just had to live with getting them a few days late when she had her sister bring one home from work.
I already asked my Mum if you could come over and she was like "Of Course"...I swear that you got her fooled girl. She thinks your an Angel. Now all you got to do is get over here. Your mum will let you won't she? I mean, you only got 6 OWLS right? I got 10...don't know how though, and it don't really matter.
Well--- see you soon then
-Lav
PS You will love Witch Weekly...
Parvati only pondered how in the world even Lavender had done better on the OWLs for a few seconds before setting into motion. Within minutes she was packed and headed out to find her mother.
When she was not to be found anywhere around the house Parvati began to get nervous. That is until she glanced at the clock on the wall which read Sleeping for both her mother and sister and Away on Business for her father. Parvati's hand on the clock read, in large bold letters WHY ARE YOU AWAKE? GO BACK TO SLEEP.
"Errr...damn you Lav. Sending me a letter before the sun has even risen properly!" She mumbled to herself, knowing that she was now much to awake to get any more sleep. Might as well get one last fly in. She decided firmly, knowing good and well that once at Lavender's the mere mention of flying would draw a questioning to her sanity.
The air was cool and refreshing as Parvati kicked off from the ground. As she circled and dived through the thick layers of early morning fog Parvati concluded that the flying early in the morning was the second best way to clear one's mind, with only a pensieve ranking higher. Time flew faster than a Firebolt and soon a hot summer morning sun was beating down on her back, through her pajamas which she had abandoned to change out of. When she realized how long she had been airborne she instantly made her way back to solid ground.
As she entered the large mansion she let her nose guide her to the kitchen, the smell of fresh pancakes flooding her senses. It was with little surprise that she found her mother in the kitchen, head hidden behind the Daily Prophet, and her twin finishing her breakfast before she was off to work.
Parvati sat down at the large ebony table and heaped four pancakes onto a plate, soaking them with a generous amount of blueberry syrup.
"Mother."
"Yes?"
"Err..can I go to Lavender's for the rest of the summer?"
"Only you would waste your summer with the likes of her." Padma stated in a disapproving tone of voice.
"Sod off."
"Ladies...I will warn you this time, but next time..."
"Yes Mother."
"Now Padma, your sister can make her own choices, even if they aren't exactly...wise. I suggest you mind your own business. And yes, Parvati, you may visit your friend, when do you plan on leaving?"
"As soon as possible, Mother."
"Very well, you can leave today if you wish."
And so Parvati found herself, an hour and a half later, standing in front of one of the Patil's many fire places, floo powder in one hand and trunk in the other. She had checked and triple checked everything, received her yearly sack of money from her mother, and sent a reply to Lavender. With one last run down of a check list in her mind she threw the powder into the fire, stepped in, and shouted "The Brown's!"
A swirl of fireplaces and one elbow knocking later, Parvati found herself standing in the fireplace of a small, well furnished living room. As she exited the fireplace Lavender, who had been sitting on a fluffy maroon couch, jumped up with a squeal and gave Parvati an excited hug.
"What took you so long?"
"Had to pack."
"Hmm. Well, my mum's gone out shopping, I wanted to go but you were coming and everything." They were now making their way through a hallway and up a circular staircase, dragging Parvati's trunk behind them.
"Wait till you see my room, its awesome."
"What'd you do to it this time?" Parvati asked in exasperation. Lavender had a sort of obsession of fixing up and repainting her room.
"You'll see."
They made their way down to the second door on the left in the hallway and opened the door to Lavender's room.
It took a second for Parvati's eyes to adjust to the bright pink and red decor of the room. All the walls, furniture, and bedding were reflecting some shade or another of bright colors. Add to that the blinding sunlight entering through a large window overlooking a bright green meadow and you had one bright room on your hands.
In fact, the only relief from the intense colors were the various posters and photos that could be found lining one of the pink walls. They were mostly the same posters that could be found on that wall every year, Parvati realized as she examined the pictures of bands like The Weird Sisters or Celestina Warbeck and other various pictures of things such as wizard models, no doubt retrieved from magazines.
"Do you like it?" Lavender asked in an excited tone.
"I suppose. But don't you thinks its a little bright?"
"But that's the whole point. I needed a good refreshing from last years blue." Parvati secretly thought that the baby blue decor of the previous summer was a much better choice, but decided not to remark on that as she sat down next to Lavender on the bed.
"Here's the magazine I was telling you about. I still can hardly believe it." Lavender remarked as she grabbed a copy Witch Weekly from its previous location next to a picture from the school year. The picture was of Seamus, with an impish smirk on his face, as he had one arm wrapped around Lavender and the other around Parvati as they posed, laughing, in front of the Hogwarts lake. Parvati giggled as the Seamus' picture attempted to shove the Lavender into the lake.
Parvati's attention was forced back to the real Lavender as she shoved the magazine into her hands. Parvati had to restrain her mouth from drooping down as she examined the cover.
It was a picture of Harry Potter. He was straddling a chair, his chin resting on his arms, which were rested on the back of the chair. He was wearing a long black dress robes which appeared to be made of some sort of dragon hide. The robes were unbuttoned to reveal that Harry was only wearing a pair of baggy black pants beneath them-no shirt to cover up his tanned chest and flat stomach.
A small, dark green lightning bolt was woven into both the robes and the pants. It greatly resembled the scar on Harry's face which, Parvati realized, was no longer framed by his glasses.
The picture had Parvati close to drooling,
Above the picture, written in the same shade of green as the lightning bolt emblem on the clothing, was a heading proclaiming, Harry Potter: Uncovered. (pg. 56)
Lavender burst into giggles at Parvati's reaction to the cover page and continued to giggle as Parvati failed to close her mouth as she skimmed over the article on Harry before beginning to examine the other various pictures from a photo shoot of him in several various outfits.
"I can't believe this! Is all this true?"
"Probably. I mean, why would Witch Weekly say that he was starting a new clothing line, a new line of broomsticks and God knows what else if he wasn't? And did you read that part that said that he was starting a band?"
"Yeah...hmm. Wonder who else is in it, it doesn't say here."
"Let me see." Lavender squealed as she grabbed the magazine away from Parvati and began to read the article again. "It says here that they call themselves 'The Unforgivables.' Oh God, do you think they'll play in Hogsmeade this year? I wonder if they're any good."
"Probably, I can just see Harry up there singing..."
"Yeah. Oh...look at this shirt! I wonder if they'll have it in Diagon Alley." Lavender said as she examined a black t-shirt with bright green letters across the front, spelling out POTTER. "If they do I'm gonna get it. I can't wait to go shopping!"
"Me either. What's the broom he's gonna have called?"
"Says here that, 'Potter is also planning to release a new line of broomsticks. The first broom, which will be entitled 'Lightning Bolt', and is rumored to best the performance of brooms such as the Firebolt is currently set for a late fall release. Mr. Potter helped to design, and will personally test, the broom before it is released to the public.'"
"Awesome."
"Yeah, who would have ever thought that he would ever take advantage of his fame? I always thought that he didn't like it." Parvati was slightly surprised at her friend's insight on that matter but simply replied with a shrug and:
"Well, he has changed."
"Yeah..."
It was several hours, three magazines, and four games of exploding snap later Parvati found herself sitting down to dinner with Lavender, Ms. Brown, and Mr. Brown.
At last, I can finally enjoy a meal like your supposed to! Parvati mused as she tucked in and began to devour her piece of chicken, lending only half an ear to the casual discussion of Ministry business.
Later that night the dark haired girl found herself lying on her back on a soft pad on the floor. She was fighting a losing effort in the fight to stay awake as she stared up at her friend's pink walls and listened to the other girls quiet snores. Her last pondering thought as she drifted off into the world of sleep was something along the lines of, 'If only life were as simple as Lav sees it, if it was only all boys and lip gloss...'