TW: SEXUAL ASSAULT MENTIONED (NOT DETAILED)
Pansy decided to skip breakfast that morning at the Great Hall, as she still felt uneasy from her newest interaction with Draco. She didn't see Roman sitting at the Ravenclaw table, and she most certainly did not want to be around Draco, even Blaise, at this exact moment. Pansy decided to make her way up to the Astronomy Tower. As she reached the top, she began seeing the fading colors of autumn splash their way onto the world below, and the tress above. The cool autumn breeze brushed its way passed her face, dragging her short black hair along with it. She listened closely to the wind howling its way across the grand castle of Hogwarts. Pansy began to find herself torturing herself with her memories again. Looking back to Pansy's first year at Hogwarts, before boarding the train, she remembers her mother telling her to listen to the wind. The wind carries the messages of loved ones, and she told her beloved daughter, that she would send her goodnight kisses, through the wind.
TW: Sexual Assault mentioned below
The sun was just settling itself into the blue, grey sky, but even the sun was not enough to warm Pansy. She found herself missing the warmth of her mother's hugs. Her warm embraces were enough to cure the worst cold hearts one could find, maybe if she were still alive, Draco would find comfort in her mother. Ever since the death of Pansy's mother, her father turned to alcohol and women. There was never a peaceful night at home anymore. Pansy would venture far and wide to find the warmth of her mother's embrace, to find the peaceful nights once again. Narcissa Malfoy had always been kind to Pansy, she became Pansy's mother figure. Pansy often found herself spending her nights at the Malfoy Manor. But the Malfoy Manor itself was too dark, too gloomy, and Lucius Malfoy was a constant reminder of her own father. They were quite alike. Even the warmth of Narcissa Malfoy could not cancel out the coldness radiating off of Lucius. Pansy would wake up many nights finding Lucius Malfoy standing at the door to the guest room, where Pansy would sleep. Too tired to care, Pansy would fall back asleep within seconds. Lucius never worried about Pansy blabbering about his late night activities, she was too young to understand, anyways. Even so, Lucius always seemed to be eyeing young Pansy like a hawk in the mornings. Narcissa mentioned Lucius usually always ran off in the mornings, that he never had time to share a breakfast with Narcissa and his son, Draco; But when Pansy was around, he was always here. Poor Narcissa just believed Lucius must have really liked Pansy. Her innocence died, screaming.
Not even three months after her mother's death, Pansy's father decided they would be moving. Moving to a much bigger house, a huge difference from her mother's house. Pansy's mother always found comfort in smaller, more cozy homes. Her mother was vibrant with the warm, bright colors in the house. The house always smelt of ginger bread and vanilla. Her mother's laughter echoed through her head, her laugh never failed to always fill everyone up with joy. You could say, she had the most contagious laugh. The garden was her mother's favorite part of the house. Besides a few green leafy plants scattered here and there, Pansy's mother had the most beautiful rose garden. In the middle of the rose garden, there was a water fountain with a ballerina balanced on top. Pansy's mother told her, that the ballerina was her. That no matter what odds were thrown their way, her mother would always continue dancing. She would twirl her way out of any problems and you would always find her with a smile on her face. Her mother did not lie, no matter when or where you saw Pansy's mom, she was always smiling. There was never a dull color in the house, in fact, her mother forbade it. Her father did not mind, seeing his wife happy and full of life, made him satisfied. After her death, she was no longer...full of life, so neither would be Pansy's father. Her mother's beloved garden was a sign of the life being sucked out of their, once, very vibrant home. The green plants began to wither away. The rose garden had began to shrivel up and die. Their white roses turned black. The fountain had been rusted as roses were scattered through the layers of the fountain. As you scanned your eyes over the fountain, at the very top, you would realize that the ballerina no longer beheld a head. The ballerina had crumpled. The ballerina gave the last performance as their house was demolished. Pansy's father wanted nothing to do with that house and he made sure he wouldn't have to. As their house crumpled, so did Pansy's optimism. Their new house was a country side manor. Hills reached beyond the eyes' capability. The Manor was much like the Malfoy's. Dark, gloomy, spacious and depressing. No life force was able of living in their household, and any life that seemed to find its way in was suffocated. Every movement echoed through out the house. Every breath was hollow, every word shallow. The house reminded Pansy of how lonely she really was. The laughter of her childhood echoed through the hallways of this house, almost as if they had followed her, they haunted her each night. Pansy would lie awake each night, staring out her window. She swore she could see her mother staring right back up at her. All of her mother's expenses were spent on the manor, none left for Pansy herself. Her father was plenty wealthy, but he was determined of getting rid of anything left of hers that remained. As Pansy grew, she became a constant reminder of her mother, therefore he was determined to get rid of her, along with everything else.
