The Parkinson Heiress

Chapitre Onze

THE PHILOSOPHER'S STONE

AS the end of the school year comes near-Pansy was anxious, she knew the golden trio would be able to pull the whole thing off since they are destined to do so but she cant help but be worried, especially with the weird looks she kept getting from Quirrel.

Had he knew? But I made sure I have my occlumency up Pansy thought or was it because he kept seeing me with Harry and his friends?

What if Quirrel was planning to steal the stone now because Dumbledore is not here....Pansy mentally cursed as she remembered what happened in the main story

"Pans! Lets go, we'll be late for defence" Daphne called after her

"I'm skipping" Pansy said as she remain seated on the grass part of the courtyard-Daphne's eyes widened while Sally had gasped

The boys werent with them since they have prior engangements with other stuffs, they cant be expected to stick with each other 24/7.

Mostly Pansy was on her own doing random stuff like taking a stroll near the forbidden forest or sometimes if she was really really bored she'd help the Weasley twins with one of their pranks

"Skipping?! That's a first" Sally said recovering from shock

"Pansy! Are you dying?" Daphne asked immediately putting her forehead over Pansy's "you're not even sick!" She added backing away from her

"I just dont feel like attending the last class of the day. I want to watch the sunset" Pansy said as she lay on the grass, making an excuse to go and observe Quirrel if the man was going to steal the stone today, not that she would meddle but she was curious to see it live

A pathetic excuse to see Voldemort attemp to steal the stone but there's that.

"Well, if you set your heart into it...fine, happy watching. We'll meet you later. Toodles" Daphne said dragging Sally-Anne with her, Sally had muttered a goodbye

Pansy had just remain there not minding the stares she was getting from her fellow peers, as she was waiting, Pansy had just brought out her sketchbook from the satchel and started sketching whatever's infront of her.

After a few hours, Pansy was lying on her back watching as the blue skies turned into an orange hue then finally into a dark one. Sighing, Pansy had decided to stand up get going.

Pansy had dusted her skirt and picked up her satchel hunging it over her shoulders and started walking inside to the secret staircase leading to the third floor. Though as Pansy was about to turn she was stopped by a very eerie voice.

"Ms. Parkinson" said the voice, Pansy stopped and turned around only to see Quirrel ominously smiling at her.

Pansy had quickly notice how red the pupils of his eyes were, meaning she was staring directly into Voldemort, Pansy had immediateky build up her occlumency walls

Quirrel or rather Voldemort had clicked his tongue in amusement. "I didnt see you attend DADA a while ago ms. Parkinson, why is that?" he said gone with his stattering stance

Ofcourse, no one else was around and Pansy knew that somehow Quirrel-Voldemort knew something

Pansy had reminded herself to remain calm, she breathes in before answering, "professor Quirrel, I was rather feeling unwell. So now if you'll excuse me, I need to go and rest. Good day professor" she showed a strain smiled and turned her back to leave