Resorted

Chapter Fifty-Three

Pansy stirred awake in the morning, mind still swirling with all she was told yesterday. Reading that letter from Octavia to Blaise really struck her with how people were being affected by the war. She knew to some extent, by being cast aside by her family and moving into Grimmauld Place, being able to express her true views on the world she knows. Parts of her parents' beliefs she understood and did incline to agree with.

She knew that when she openly agreed with Draco and Harry's relationship, and started talking with Harry Potter like friends that her parents would do something about it. Shocking herself, Pansy found she was exactly... upset with the arrangement. For her, her parents were never around, so it was like moving out of an apartment you lived in with someone for a couple months.

However, she was thankful for the support group around her of her best friends and parental figures of Professors' Snape and Remus (Sirius definitely did not count as an adult). Remembering those moments filled her with so many emotions that she grew numb. Like when you haven't slept in ages, one hour you're really tired, and the next you don't feel anything. And Pansy supposed that was fine, because she was learning to live with it, move on with her life. But how can you move on from biological parents? No matter what they did or didn't do, they still birthed her, raised her for at least three years. However, Pansy was snapped out of that by the arrival of Hermione Granger.

There was a lot she noticed about Granger this year. She looked like a sophisticated young woman, who had perfect curves, glowing eyes and hair Pansy wanted to brush he fingers through while they lay on a couch in a house or common room. But she knew how wrong those feelings were, with all Italian Slytherins considered, and that she couldn't date the girl no matter how much her heart ached for it.

"Ready to head to the library? I need help in Ancient runes." That was a complete lie. The only reason her grades had dropped in that lesson was because she was staring at Granger too much. Pansy was sure these tutoring lessons (that Hermione offered) wouldn't be any better. In fact, she assumed they would be worse because it's just Hermione.

Blaise had decided to sit at the back of the school, a place people didn't really go, and stare out into the wilderness. He remembered playing in the woods with his sisters so vividly that it could've been just hours before this very moment. The tribes of leaves and wood, with giants strapped to the earth, having to disguise themselves as mountains from humans. A place to go for rest, for serenity. For a place to think and wonder and speculate and theorise.

Or a place packed with adventures at every turn. One day, you were a troll under a bridge, or you were trying to get over the crumbling platform. A place where he could create an orchestra with the whistle of the wind, shaking leaves against leaves and the thump of his shoes hitting the soggy leaves.

Reviewing those memories only left scars now, only left pain and hurt and abandonment. He knew it was his fault for Octavia, it was his fault that the family were no longer neutral. Every sister he loved and adored. Being with one of them made him happy, but being with them all he felt his family was complete. Notice how he says with his sisters: no mother around. Because she never really was. Ms Zabini was either too busy trying to kill her recent husband or picking out the next naïve victim who had just come into their inheritance or is looking for a fling she could flip to marriage.

Blaise thought he could relate each sister with nature. Winter was claimed by Octavia, who was frosty and cold unless you learnt to love her. Then winter would be filled with light chatter by a fire, being taught amazingly beautiful magic, or how to annoy her younger siblings because you're her favourite (but don't tell his other sisters that).

The next was Solaris, who shone, not like the moon but like the sun just rising for the first morning of spring. She was what people would class as a 'free spirit' which was calming and freeing when he needed alone time.