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-PANSY STEPPED OUT OF THE COMMON ROOM, IMMEDIATELY FALLING DOWN ONTO THE COLD, HARD FLOOR BY THE CORNER. She put her hand on her heart, sobbing her eyes out. She did not care who saw her. She did not care who heard her.
Pansy didn't know what she did to deserve the pain she was feeling. She was sure she wasn't worthy of it. Not even the worst person in the world was worthy of this pain.
Nobody was worthy of feeling this kind of pain. The pain that came with falling in love with somebody that didn't love you back.
Pansy let out another sob, looking upwards . "Whatever god is up there," she mumbled in the midst of her tears, "I think I've been through enough. Send happiness my way, I beg of you."
She let out yet another sob, closing her eyes and putting her knees to her chest.
Pansy had never fallen in love before. Adhara was her first love.
From the moment Adhara sat down in their compartment, Pansy knew she was special. She knew the girl with the half-black, half-blonde hair was destined for her.
Maybe destined for her to make her realize what love was, but also destined for her to make her realize that she wouldn't get everything she wished for.
Because Pansy grew up in a pureblood family. And pureblood families always spoiled their kids. And the fact that Pansy was an only child made her even more spoiled. However, she never acted spoiled.
Yes, she got almost everything she wanted, but she always knew to share. Once, when she was only six years old, Pansy had gotten a three-tiered cake for her birthday party that her parents threw for her. Instead of distributing the cake to the other pureblood families, she immediately gave it to the house elves in the kitchen.
The other purebloods could get cake whenever they felt like it, but the house elves would not.
Her parents were furious with her at first. However, they did not take it out on her, because they realized what their only daughter did was something amazing. Something beautiful.
Pansy had learned to share, without ever having someone to share with.
So, her parents merely got another cake within five minutes and distributed the new one to the other families, giving Pansy a smile instead of a lecture.
She was a kind girl. Maybe not to those whom she was not friends with. Maybe not to the Gryffindors, or to the teachers she disliked. But that did not change her kind heart that she hid deep down, behind mean glares and cold remarks.
Slytherins were humans. They all hid their hurt behind their mean glares and cold remarks, after all.
That was why Pansy had always understood Adhara's anger. It was also why Pansy had always understood Adhara as a person.
Because in a way, all Slytherins were the same, and not in a bad way.
They all had problems they dealt with on their own. Problems that they did not want to share with anyone else. Instead, they took it out in sarcastic comebacks and cigarettes and alcohol.
Meanwhile, Gryffindors would all work together on a problem one person had. And Hufflepuffs would sit together and listen intently to the person with the problem. Ravenclaw, meanwhile, would search for an answer to the problem, trying to find ways together to fix it.
But Slytherins? They hid it deep down, because to them having problems was second nature. It would be concerning if they didn't have problems.
Pansy looked up when she heard footsteps, frowning. She immediately wiped her tears, but could not stop the redness in her eyes from showing as she looked up at the person. "Who are you?" She eventually asked.
The girl infront of her had blonde hair and green eyes. She had a Hufflepuff robe on, which made Pansy sneer immediately. She didn't seem to mind, though, as she replied, "I'm Hannah. Hannah Abbott."
The girl on the ground scoffed when Hannah tried giving her a hand. She rejected the offer and stood up on her own. "I don't need your help to stand up, Abbott."
"Alright, Parkinson." Hannah shrugged, pushing her concern away as she made her way to the Slytherin common room.
"Wait!" Pansy said immediately, making the girl turn around. "What are you doing here, anyway? You're walking into the Slytherin common room."
Hannah nodded knowingly, holding up a black bag. "I know. They asked for some of the things we grew in the common room," she said, rolling her eyes when Pansy's mouth dropped open in shock. "What? We're not that innocent, y'know."
Pansy rolled her eyes and grabbed her hand. "Give me one," she practically begged.
Hannah took her hand away and shook her head. "You look like you need it, which is why I won't give it to you." She pointed out, trying to walk away. Then, she turned around once again and looked at the frowning girl. "Will you come with me? I'm afraid they might kick me out the second I go in there. They did that last time."
Pansy wiped her eyes and nodded. "Sure, whatever." She mumbled, muttering the password to the common room. She turned to Hannah and took out her hand, "I'm Parkinson, by the way. Pansy Parkinson."
Hannah rolled her eyes and shook her hand. "I know. I'm in the same year as you."
"Huh," mused Pansy. She had never noticed the girl. That was strange. Hannah was pretty. Pansy didn't know why she didn't notice her before.
