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𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍's jaw had contracted, fighting the urges to avoid the quite so obvious belligerent look on her face as Theo and Blaise celebrated Angelinas return, Draco who held the parchment before hand had now dropped it to the floor, Pansy looked down and scowled at it as if it was a bottle of poison.
"What's wrong with your mug?" Blaise announced, aimed towards Pansy which made all of the three boys glare at her,suddenly.
"What?" She countered, reacting orbited as her thin arms wrapped tightly around her stomach, with her true face now showing, not hiding behind a mask.
"Are you not happy Angie's back?" Theo challenged her with a light scoff, Pansy chewed with the left side of her cheek in annoyance.
"No, I'm not actually, problem!?" She had snapped at him, voice raising, anger pulsing through her veins, she looked away to avoid his judging daggers.
"Is this just because she left?" Blaise proposed, Pansy still not making eye contact with either of them. Soon enough,she nodded, lightly.
"Of course it is, she left without saying good bye, and nothing ever since? Who does that!?"
Neither of the two boys, Theo or Blaise, said anything else straight away, sincerely because she had a point, a good point. Even though they loved Angelina she did abandon them, without a letter or anything.
"Exactly" Pansy stated,before she scoffed,leaning back on the sofa once more.
"Pansy, you'll love her in the next five minutes, give it a fucking rest" Draco stated offensively,with his head resting on the table.
"Shut up, don't act like you're excited for her to come back either, use hate each other!" Pansy fired back, as she stood up quickly.
Draco groaned, irritatedly before he slowly lifted his head off the table, "yes Pansy, I'm quite aware I hate her, but now my days may become just a bit easier since you won't be bitching for the full day about her!" He replied, with a smug smile plastered across his face, at her.
"Oh shut up!" Pansy retaliated bsck, before getting up and strutting out the room.
"God she needs a fucking exorcism"
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Pansy has learnt a few things in her 15 years of her life, namely fear,shame and hurt like a barbed wire cut deep into her skin. Most people have ignored the thorns that stick out of her and only choosing to cover them. But however, Angelina was different compared to anyone else, she was the sunlight that could help bloom the rose that laid at top of the thorns. Angelina helped Pansy find the comfort in sadness while yet pushing her to heal. Pansy had never experienced such kindness before, and that is why Pansy could never hate her, even when she really wanted to, so yes Draco was seemly,correct.
Being the best friend of a golden girl has its up as so as its downs. The ups include, just being around her in general, Angelina just felt like sunshine as well as looking like it, the amount of times Angelina could help Pansy with an exam she was struggling with or what clothes to buy and what eye shadow palette made her eyes pop, Pansy was beyond grateful for her obviously,no doubt about that.
However, the amount of times Pansy wanted to hate her was numerous, for one Angelina out shined Pansy in everything, Angelian was the main character while Pansy was just a back ground character, or atleast that's how it felt for her.
For example,every guy Pansy liked, they had to like Angelina, every subject she thought she was good at, Angelina had to better, every joke Pansy spat but Angelina was just funnier. It was impossible to compete with her, and the funny thing is Angelina would do it so unhesitatingly, like she isn't even aware she's doing it in the first place.
Maybe, just maybe Angelina wasn't even trying, Pansy often thought Angelina was just protective over her place as being the best, not letting anyone come near to taking her throne even when it comes to her bestest friend. Which could be a possibility, Angelina is one for being competitive, why else would she be the best of the best? On the other hand, Pansy could just be jealous as she did often fantasised about what it would be like to be in Angelina's perfectly fitted shoes, being the smartest in there year group, being the bestest chaser in quidditch in over 20 years, having all the boys fan over her, having her parents be beyond proud of her. It was simply just, perfection. And Pansy thrived for it.
