Title: The Disappointing Child
Author: Scarred
Disclaimer: I don't own a thing.
Summery: A quick note on what it means to be Pansy Parkinson.
A/N: Just another one of my short (And I stress the word short) pointless ramblings... Hope you enjoy.
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Pansy Parkinson was a constant disappointment. Or so she'd be told. Of course not in those words exactly, but that was really the just of it. And she knew it. She couldn't even count the amount of times her parents had sat her down and listed the ways in which she could improve when she was younger.
But as she'd gotten older it had really only gotten worse. They stopped listing ways she could change herself so that she might by some insane chance meet her parents' approval. They'd finally given up on her, or at least that's how Pansy saw it.
That's when they started giving her that look. That 'I'm disappointed in you, you're such a waste of a child and I wish you weren't mine' look she'd gotten so used to. Only there really wasn't any getting used to it. Oh sure Pansy liked to believe she had. That she actually even could. But in reality Pansy hadn't gotten used to it. And she never would. It would hurt just as much every time. And it did.
Pansy was used to being a disappointment, but the fact that her parents had accepted the fact that she always would be hurt more that anything else Pansy had ever felt before. More than when Draco dumped her in fifth year. And when he did it again in sixth. More that when he promised he'd love her forever and then cheated on her by shagging that complete whore of a girl Blaise Zambini. More that when her best friend in the world Blaise Zambini shagged her boyfriend. More than all of it put together.
But Pansy pretended that it didn't bother her. She pretended as though she didn't even notice that look they gave her. Because she was Pansy Parkinson, and a Parkinson is never hurt or distraught. A Parkinson is nothing if not cool and collected. A Parkinson can hold her emotions in with the best of them. At least that's what she'd been told practically from birth, and she wasn't about to question it.