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Post by rebecca on Mar 9, 2012 0:46:57 GMT -5
  The past few weeks had been a drag for little Miss. Pansy Parkinson. It seemed like everything had been taking a turn for the worse. Both her mother and father had been on no speaking terms since the day she had decided to up and take a break from their marriage. Of course, it was hectic with Pansy as well watching her parents fight and argue over stupid little things that involved Lord Voldemort and what he had wanted her father to do. And out of all honesty, Pansy didn't need that at that moment in time. Draco Malfoy hadn't spoke to her in a few day's or so.
An attempt to brush that off her shoulder had come forth, but it didn't seem to want to leave her mind. What more could have possibly gone horribly wrong? Pushing a dark strand of hair from her face, Pansy continued down the long and dark hallways to the dungeon. Being alone, and more than able to think was petrifying. If it wasn't one thought that corrupted her mind, it was another. And all she could do was try and keep her mind at ease. But the fighting with Mina Adler, and the rest of her followers had been driving her mad. The consistency of harassing just didn't seem to stop.
Holding her books close to her chest, Pansy slipped her way into the hall during study time. Quickly, she flew passed a few of her Slytherin classmates. Now just wasn't the time to sit and chat, but studying wasn't what she wanted to earlier. All she had hopped was for it to relieve the stress that had already sat on her chest. If not, it was well worth the try.
Pansy took a seat next to Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini. Neither one of them were much of company, nor did she feel like sparking up a heartfelt conversation either. "Move it." She sneered, glaring at a small fourth year who had been trying to make her way over towards the small group of sixth years. Gently, she tucked the hair behind her ear turning her look upon Blaise who too had been studying. "This is not what I had planned." She whispered silently, flipping over to the first page.
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Post by DRACO MALFOY on Mar 9, 2012 15:50:05 GMT -5
Draco Abraxas Malfoy
So he wasn't having a good day, no. He was tired as was the usual, he was hungry from skipping meals, and he was irritated with the fact that he had finally gone to class today and of course he had potions first. What once had been his favorite class had become his least, because no doubt afterwards Snape had jumped on him and tried persuade Draco to let the Slytherin head help him in his mission. But Draco didn't need help; he could do this himself. He had too.
So it was with a straight back did Draco enter the Great Hall, although he was clearly tired and not at all in a good mood. He didn't particularly feel the need to socialize with anyone, nor did he really want to study, so it was with great distaste that he sat down across from fellow Slytherins, whom he didn't even bother to look at, before he pulled a book out and flipped it open. His eyes skimmed the pages, and he scanned through it, but he'd spent not even a minute doing so before snapping it shut and glancing up at those around him. His partially dulled silver eyes observed the three familiar faces who sat across of him. Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini... and Pansy Parkison, who was looking as a book with as much as enthusiasm as Draco had seconds ago. Even if the two hadn't talked in a while, that'd be better then reading the stupid book, "Pansy," He greeted, giving half a nod to the other two, neither of which giving much of a response.[/color]
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