Pathos | A Pansy Parkinson Fanfiction

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(A/N: This chapter includes derogatory terms against the LGBTQ+ community. They have been censored but viewer discretion is advised.)

"You look like hell," Zach chuckled as a very sullen Maeve and he walked to the Great Hall for breakfast. "Did you have the punch a few ours before the dance ended? I heard one of the sixth years spiked it."

"No." Maeve replied monotonously. "Please, stop talking."

"Woah, what's got you in such a rotten mood? Is it Theodore? Cause if it is, I will not hesitate to hex him even if that means he may kill m-"

"It's not Theodore, Susan." Maeve sighed, flinching a little as the brunette joined them mid-corridor.

"Lizzie's looking for you, by the way." her friend quipped. "I told her I'd make you meet her at breakfast."

Maeve stopped; frozen. "Actually, I'm not in the mood for breakfast." she stuttered. "I um- mid-terms are coming up in a week. And you know how bad I am at Potions. I better get an early start." she turned around. "I'll meet Elizabeth later."

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"Kingston?" Severus Snape looked up in half annoyance and half boredom as the Hufflepuff shuffled through the musty classroom doors.

"Good morning, professor." she greeted nervously.

"What are you doing her? Class doesn't start for another hour." he frowned.

"I wanted to get to work early. The mid-terms are near and we both know potions isn't my strongest subject." she answered, slipping into her seat and opened her textbook.

The teacher said nothing, his quill scribbling through the multiple pieces of parchment that sat idly on his table. After a long while of silence, Professor Snape spoke up. 

"Kingston, you're friends with Ms Parkinson, yes?" he asked, placing his ink back into his ink pot.

Maeve's eyes widened as she looked up, completely caught off guard. "I think so... I don't know anymore." she looked down, a little disheartened as she thought back to the previous night. "Why? Is Pansy alright?"

"One of her classmates informed me she was upset when she got back to her dorm last night. Apparently, they heard things breaking in her room." Snape responded, "Proffesor Flitwick informed me you both have been spending a lot of time due to the Frog Choir recently. I was wondering if you an idea as to why she was in such a bad mood."

Maeve opened her mouth to speak when-

"You should've seen the look on his face when I told him I snogged her- Oh, hello professor, what are you doing here?" a very surprised Justin Finch-Fletchley asked, stopping abruptly with some of his Ravenclaw friends behind him.

"Do I need an excuse to be in my own class, Mr Fletchley?" the professor snapped, his lips turning into a deep scowl.

"No, sir." the Hufflepuff replied immediately, looking down. 

That got Maeve wondering. 

What was Professor Snape doing in the classroom that early? He normally chose to make a nice dramatic entrance with his robes flying behind him as he walked. Her dorm had spent countless night trying to imitate the man's walk.

Soon, one by one, people started filtering in. Maeve scowled as Malfoy slipped in next to her. Thankfully, he was to preoccupied with Crabbe and Goyle to notice her furious expression. 

"Hi Maeve." Theodore greeted, with a small wave. "Any idea where Pansy is?"

Maeve blinked, clueless. "No. I haven't seen her since last night... I thought you would've known."