Pathos | A Pansy Parkinson Fanfiction

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"What's up with you?" Zach frowned, watching his friend yawn for the eighth time that morning. "Did you sleep late?"

"I don't want to talk about it." Maeve grumbled, scanning the Slytherin table for any sign of Pansy. "I think I need some fresh air before class. Hopefully, that will clear my head a little."

By the time Maeve entered the musty Potions classroom, it would suffice to say that her head had indeed not been cleared. Her thoughts kept buzzing around the previous night's events, and she couldn't fathom why Pansy was that upset. She had heard rumours about pureblood families having severe punishments, but even if that were true, they couldn't do anything to Pansy if she was all the way at school. Nothing made sense.

However, to her relief, she made it back to the castle in time for Potions. Everyone at her table was there except Pansy.

"Do you know where Pansy is?" she asked Theodore once Professor Snape had finished giving his lecture on Shrinking Solution.

"That seems to be the only question you've ever asked me Maeve Kingston." the Slytherin chuckled in response. "Pansy hasn't left her dorm since the morning. She's feeling a bit under the weather."

Maeve nodded, partially knowing the real reason Pansy was absent.

"Is it true you're going out with Goyle?" Draco asked with a scoff.

"Who told you that?" the Hufflepuff asked, wide eyed.

"Hasn't shut up about it since dinner." Draco gagged.

Theodore just raised a brow at her. "Well are you?"

"It's just one date." Maeve mumbled.

Nott blinked at her before focusing on his cauldron. "I am genuinely concerned about your mental health Maeve Kingston."

The girl decided to say nothing until class was over. The day seemed to go on for eternity until her last class of History of Magic was over. Professor Binns, as always, had fallen asleep on his desk and Hermione Granger had made it her job to continue on with his lecture. Maeve had concluded the only person worse at teaching than Professor Binns had to be the muggleborn.

"Is that Rita Skeeter?" Elizabeth's jaw dropped as the famous reporter walked past her and Maeve in the hallway.

"Maybe." Maeve shrugged. "Does Wiggenweld Potion need Fairy Wings or Dragon Liver?"

"Neither." the prefect laughed as they stopped by the library entrance. "Have fun studying."

"I can't tell if you're teasing or actually wishing me luck." Maeve frowned, "Either ways, thanks." she waved before entering the library.

It took her almost fifteen minutes to find the boy who had seated himself in a secluded corner in the back of the room. Maeve was certain she wouldn't have found him had it not been for the laughter that echoed through the shelves.

"You're joking." she heard a voice she had very well come to recognize. Pansy Parkinson.

Sure enough, it was her, with Daphne Greengrass and Theodore Nott surrounding the table where Blaise sat quietly.

"I'm really not." Theodore said between snickers of laughter before his eyes caught Maeve's. "There she is."

Three other pairs of curious eyes rose up as well. "Maeve. Hello, I suppose you're here for the tutoring session." Blaise nodded, "Come."

Maeve flashed a small smile before slipping into the seat across him.

"Daft at Potions, are you?" Daphne rolled her eyes at the Hufflepuff. "No wonder. All Hufflepuffs are incredibly dumb."