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PANSY PARKINSON

FULL NAME: Pansy Rae Parkinson NICKNAMES: Pan, Pug-nosed AGE/BIRTHDAY: 24 | April 17th, 1980. ARIES (March 21 - April 19) The Ram. Cardinal, fire, yang - planetary ruler: Mars. Keywords: "I AM" Aries is the first sign of the Zodiac and governs the head. Positive characteristics of Aries include courage, enthusiasm, idealism, charisma, quick wits, an ability to "think on one's feet," leadership potential, exuberant energy, zeal, and innocence. Negative traits include selfishness, tactlessness, egocentrism, an inability to save money, impetuousness, a hot temper, combativeness, oversensitivity, carelessness, and cruelty. A Slytherin Aries is a bundle of contradictions. In some ways, they have the potential to be the strongest of their House - the intensity, drive, and brilliant visionary dreams of the Aries combined with the innate leadership skills, the charisma, and the profound sense of self (including the eccentric lack of interest in conforming to what other people think) is stuff of which great magical legends are made. However, a Slytherin Aries has much to learn about politics, knowing who is an appropriate object of trust and who is not trustworthy, knowing when to keep one's mouth shut, and knowing when to avoid acting on impulse in order to use a situation to its best advantage. Although they hate to admit it, these Slytherins are easily manipulated by more cynical, shrewd peers in the Serpent's Den. If they can learn to manage their blind spots, they will go far. Slytherin Aries types can be quite cruel, especially if they have enough physical prowess to bully smaller students; those that are not cruel can still be thoughtless and brutally tactless without actually meaning to cause damage. BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood HOUSE/YEAR: Slytherin | 1998 SEXUALITY: Heterosexual. ANIMAGUS: No.

PARENTS: → » Mother→ Honoria Parkinson nee Blishwick Pansy adored her clever, pretty mother and when she was younger would beg to watch her get ready for a night out so she too could try on scent and rouge though since the end of the War, Pansy has watched her social circle constrict and contract until now there are hardly any cards or invitations on the silver platter in the hall. The Parkinsons have lost so much and Honoria seems loathe to accept this - it is only her sisters presence which stops her from rattling around the old building without anything to do all day. » Father → Aloysius Parkinson There aren’t words for how much Pansy adores her father. He was always clever, charming and dashing as he flitted in and out of her life. With his myriad of businesses and interests, there wasn’t anyone whom Aloysius couldn’t charm. But it turned out that he too was charmed by the silver tongued Death Eaters and contributed money to the lost cause. Money he’s had to pay back ten times over in reparations. Now the once social golden couple have little in common and Aloysius is becoming less and less discreet with his gambling and mistresses. Pansy rarely sees him because the Parkinsons no longer celebrate Christmas/Halloween or other major holidays. SIBLINGS: → Thaddeus Parkinson (29) » Thaddeus was the platonic love of pansy’s life. She adored her older brother even more than her father. Thadd was the one who took the time out to play with his younger sibling, the one who taught her to trace her chubby pale finger over the lineage of their family tree which hung pride of place in the hallway. Thaddeus was the one who told her stories of his time at Hogwarts, of ghost stories which kept her up at night. Thaddeus was also caught wearing DE robes on the Battlefield. The trial was a formality and his sentence to Azkaban was guaranteed. Pansys never seen him though she writes to him. She’s never asked if he’s ever seen the letters. It doesn’t matter - she’s writing for his sake as much as her own. → Danica Parkinson (22) » Danica was the reason Pansy fought so hard to protect Slytherin house. Always a tad over-bearing when it came to her younger sister, Pansy has been unable to protect Danica from the outside world. A bit of a wide-child, flirting from one disastrous relationship to another. The same can be applied to her habit of holding down a job; Danica rarely applies herself and seems unconcerned with the sharp downward turn both the families standing and fortunes have taken in the past decade. → Primrose Blishwick - Aunt » Primrose moved in to ‘aid’ her sister and as the elder Blishwick and the token Maiden Aunt, Honoria quickly found herself back under the thumb of her older sibling. It is Primrose who makes the decisions when it comes to running the household and her rule is is strict and she is determined to try and undo the damage Thaddeus’ arrest and incarceration has caused to the Blishwick-Parkinson name. She’s never going to forgive Aloysius for selling off the majority of the Blishwick estates which were passed to him (because Honoria got married) to try and save the Parkinson name. SIGNIFICANT OTHER: None. CHILDREN: None. FRIENDS: There are very few people that Pansy likes, let alone those she trusts. There’s a high likelihood that those she likes doesn’t include you. She is however; friendly with Daphne, Tracey and Millicent and out of the three of them, Tracey is the closest she has to a best friend. Pansy prefers to cultivate trust – and secrets – from others rather than sharing them.

PREVIOUS RESIDENCE: Parkinson Manor. Blishwick Manor, the surrounding farmyards and tennanted smallholdings of both estates were sold to make reparations of the Muggleborn filth CURRENT RESIDENCE: A room in a shared house with other WADA teachers. Really darlings, they’re all a bit arty and quirky which is why she hasn’t invited you around..

LOYALTY/ALLIANCE: The Parkinson family. ROLE IN THE WAR: A student for most of the war, Pansy became infamous for wanting to hand Harry over to the Death Eaters. Not because she beleived in their cause or a deep seated loyalty to the DE’s. No, she wanted to protect the small children who Potter and co seemed happy enough to send to their inevitable deaths. Her sister was in Slytherin house and no one seemed to think for even one moment about the consequences. She led her House to safety during the Battle and stuck by them, wand drawn in case things went south. After the Battle she found the war changed, her brother arrested and her own reputation in tatters. Coward. Something she still hears whispered behind her back. POLITICAL VIEWS: Pro-Ministry and Tradition Pureblood View. Pansy is the product of a Pureblood family whose lineage spans generations. As such her views are often repeated - parroted even - though its safe to say she has her own viewpoints and will not hesitate to share them. She believes that Wolfsbane potion ought to be regulated as well as its users, Goblins are nasty foul little creatures and Muggles are nothing more than sheep who are content to bump around in their own pathetic lives oblivious to the powers of Magic. As for Mugglebons, Pansy has never hated them but objects to their constant need to rewrite a society and its proud heritage to suit their own views. Muggleborns represent change and at a rapid pace that would destroy the Wizarding Culture she loves so much. It would be best if they sat had to sit through Magical History and Culture studies instead of flocking to that dull, boring Muggle Studies malarky AFFILIATION: Herself. Her family and loved ones. Her loyalty isn’t for sale but its not readily given either. It has to be earned and so far very few have managed that feat.

HEIGHT: 5”6 WEIGHT: 133lbs EYES: Brown. HAIR: Dark brown, worn in a chin length bob. MANNER OF DRESS: Sharp collars, pressed robes and skirts rather than trousers and always with a click of heels against a tiled floor. Pansy isn’t afraid of bright colours or bold choices though always in the best possible taste. She’s a slave to fashion - the girl who will drop money on a ‘miracle’ cream from Madam Primpernelles and one who would spend her last knut on a scarf because it looks ‘good’ rather than addressing the hole in the sole of her shoes. All about appearances and keeping up the wealth she had at her disposal, Pansy still dresses and acts as though she has a family fortune at her disposal. It just requires a lot more..creativity. OVERVIEW: Pansy stands barely 5”6 (in reality she scrapes past 5"5 on her tippy toes and with every muscle in her neck stretched) in her stocking feet with dark, straight hair she wears in a shoulder length bob. Her brown eyes – an inheritance from her Mothers side of the family – are usually narrowed in thought or scrutiny. They are the feature she is most proud of and she spends too much time plucking and shaping her eyebrows to frame them. She’s short and surprisingly curvy which might have more to do with the fact she keeps a box of chocolates in her drawer for times of stress. Acquaintances would describe her has ‘hard faced’ and Pansy admits that her nose turns up slightly – only slightly, she insists – whilst her features are all of an even size, giving the impression that her face is slightly squashed like that of a pug. More often than not, she can be found with a look of disdain on her face and a smirk hovering on her lips. They say that the first impression is the one that lasts, and Pansy works hard to project an image of a polished, well-educated lady. Those who mistake her appearance and diminutive height for daintiness find it is a mistake they make only once. The days outfit is selected the night before and she takes pride in her appearance; it gives her confidence and control. Her entry to a room is confident - perhaps bordering on arrogance as she is aware of every pair of eyes on her and has come to rely on the impressions she forms upon first meeting people. At work she is never without heels and most would be surprised to find that she is perfectly capable of hauling books and barrels about sans magic if the occasion is needed. A witch with a sharp tongue, Pansy knows her business inside out and will do whats needed to protect it.

WAND: 13" alder with dragon heartstring. BOGGART: Herself. Old and alone. This manifests itself as an elderly vision of herself with grey/white hair, wrinkles and sitting alone in a room devoid of family pictures. PATRONUS: The red fox. LIKES: Red wine, strong coffee, misty mornings, silk scarves, letters and the friday feeling. Haircuts, moisituring hand lotion, finding spare galleons in her pocket, ‘As the Wand Turns’ radio drama. Roast pork, clean flats and being the first one up in the morning. DISLIKES: Sleeping in, stains, stocking runs, being judged, the tiny lines around her nose when she wrinkles it in distaste, bills, the size of her Gringotts account, sanctimonious twits, ideas of romance. DETAILED PERSONALITY: Pansy Pansy quite contrary how does her garden grow? Pansy Parkinson is the sort of witch who embraces her self-titled ‘bitch’ status. She knows that when her temper is roused she can be nasty and prickly with her tongue quickly rooting out the weaknesses in anothers personalities and flaying it open for the world to see. Coming across as a spoiled pampered pureblood, there is more to her than meets the eyes though she an throw an epic temper tantrum and before she hit nine was well aware of the power of a female lip wobble and eyes brimmed with tears. A bitch - for Pansy - is simply a witch who says what is on her mind, who doesn’t simper and bite her tongue in the hopes of someone fetching it for her. If there is something that the former Slytherin wants then she will go all out to get it and not rely on convention or someone else reaching for her goals. A snob at her core through her upbringing rather than personality, Pansy holds others to the same impossibly high standards she sets for herself. She demands the best and expects others to do the same ; settling for second best is never good enough. As a child she loathed having even a speck of dirt on her and would change her outfit dozens of times a day if that happened - as an adult this trait has manifested into a slight OCD nature of checking and rechecking she is polished. A nervous tell is the way she flicks lint off of her skirt, even if there is none to be had. At her core is a surprisingly deep rooted loyalty. To her family, to her friends and her ideals. Those who she finds her equals and is friendly with will find the harsh tongue hides a quick wit and she has a way of including others in her groups unconsciously putting herself at the centre. Birthdays and important anniversaries are remembered, little facts and details about each person stored away in a memory she’s learned to trust though not one she considers an asset. Pansy is also good at giving advice - dispensing it even if its called for or not. The effects of the war on people she knew and her own loved ones have made her shrewder, wiser and forced her to mature. She still distrusts Potter and his gang, the easy way they’ve rewritten history to cast themselves as heroes doesn’t sit well with her. The idea of ‘heroes’ are just villains who haven’t been caught yet. Finding herself cast as one of the villains of the story has toughened her skin and though she’s not likely to admit it, Pansy is adaptable. With so many doors closed to her after the war, her pride had to be put aside to sell the one thing she had in spades; arrogance. For the past year she has been working at WADA teaching wide eyed dreamers and the future waitresses of tomorrow how to enunciate their words, how to tweak their accents to suit different dialects and how to carry themselves. A clever mimic, Pansy found that she could change her accent when mocking others either from the long voweled northern dialects to the clipped, harsh tones of those from the south and even the sleepy cadence of the Welsh. It suits her; though she often makes fun of her housemates she is fond of them too and when she forgets often finds herself having fun. A life moving on after the battle as she carves a place out for herself in the society she never expected to flourish.

CHILDHOOD: Pansy Parkinson was born the eldest daughter of a couple who whilst not deeply in love, were good at playing the part. With Thaddeus beginning to toddle in the upstairs nursery the Parkinsons thought now was the time to complete their family and try for another child. A daughter may not have been the heir and spare they secretly wished for but she was loved and with her large solemn dark eyes in her small face, was perfect to be feted and cooed over by Honoria and her friends. Growing up Pansy had the best of everything including her parents love and quickly learned to play one parent over another, sometimes pitting them against the House Elves or throwing a tantrum when things didn’t go her way. That didn’t happen often; birthday parties were lavish and her favourite toy was a miniature china tea set. Identical to the one her mother used and the young Pansy would give parties complete with gossip and the tiny biscuits she would scream for. Even at a young age she wanted to fit into her mothers world, to be one of those wonderfully smelling poised women who said one thing and then with a mere arch of their eyebrow said something completely different. Womenhood was a secret language and one that Pansy was desperate to be initiated into. At the age of five when her thoughts turned to the horse she’d been learning to ride, Honoria began to put on weight and then retired from society for several weeks. Later she would put two and two together but for a long time Pansy couldn’t understand where her younger sister had come from or why she had to give up her toys for the baby. She was sent to the Nursery with Thaddeus and there began the dreaded lessons on family history and spellwork with a make-shift wand. It was dreary and tedious but she had Thadd Her childhood was spent in the company of other ‘suitable’ children from good families and she does know the ‘right’ sort of people to hang around, children she can claim friendship with since before either could find the will to toddle away. The Parkinson Estate situated just outside the Welsh border town of Oswestry, Shropshire had miles of grounds for the young Pansy to explore, and the feeling of being hemmed in is something she dislikes about Hogwarts. (That and the headmasters seeming inability to separate the wheat from the chaff of wizarding world.) By the time Thaddeus went off to Hogwarts, Pansy was ready to take her place as the eldest daughter. Danica was still a child, and with an elder siblings disdainful dismissal the brunette threw herself into her studies to be able to write in looping scrawls to her brother and read his letters first all to herself before sharing. When he came back filed with tales of what he’d gotten up to, she knew she couldn’t wait to go to school and start her own adventures.. HOGWARTS: Hogwarts was an extension of the life she had known growing up; the same circle of peers surrounded her when she was sorted Slytherin and Pansy found it easy to rise to the top of the circle and become in effect a leader of the small band of girls she called friends. Pansy had always been a social creature and she was smart enough to pass the classes well but had learned it was best not to flaunt her intelligence in the same way as some of her yearmates. She would tell herself it was because she didn’t need the validation. Her answers and essays were always neat and exemplary as she extended the same focus and drive she put into her appearance into her studies though she rarely put her hand up in class. School for her was about more than studying; it was the social connections that it afforded and she made sure to be seen with the right people. Popularity came too - at the expense of others, of course - but she quickly found her niche and learned to exploit it. A crush soon developed on Draco Malfoy and she took his lead on several opinions, falling into step easily when it came to mocking the Gryffindor trio who seemed exempt from every rule. It wasn’t quite the adventures she’d expected though; Thaddeus’ reign hadn’t been filled with criminals sneaking into the halls or students crashing into a famous Hogwarts landmark and being let off. It was all rather unfair - how much leeway the Gryffindors were given and Harry Potter turned out to be a wet blanket. How he could have saved the world was quite beyond her. Everything changed - shifted - in her fourth year. Cedric Diggory’s death had brought grief to the school for the first time and it was tangible in a way that history had never quite managed to reach.Cedric had been vibrant, gorgeous and earnest. Qualities that Pansy might not have had in spades but ones she could admire in others. And he was dead. Pansy then learned what she was capable of; of playing the perfect pureblood Slytherin princess. Of smirking as others were taken for questioning as part of Umbridge’s Inquisitorial Squad whilst her eye was on the prize: keeping Slytherin house (and Danica) safe. When the Death Eaters came to the school it was no longer the safe haven that had been promised and everything was at stake. Her brother she knew had been caught up by the Death Eaters and for the first time Pansy began watching the world outside of her own circle with interest. Her family was invested in the outcome of the Purists cause. DURING THE WAR: During the War Pansy did what she could to keep her house safe. Damn the other three ; her loyalties belonged to the Slytherins and they’d earned it. She didn’t loathe Muggleborns; not in the same vitriolic way that the death eaters did but she had to protect those who were left behind. Draco had become more and more introspective and those she trusted dwindled to less than a handful. People were losing loved ones, dying and the faces she’d seen in the classroom were ‘missing’. Every day the tension rapped up another notch until it became tangible and Pansy felt as though her smile was starting to crack and break. That breaking point finally came when Potter and his cronies returned bringing with them the attack of the Death Eaters on the school. Suddenly it wasn’t a possibility but a reality - peoples lives were on the line and for a boy. One single boy. Was he really worth all of their deaths? Pansy didn’t think that one person should or could be worth dying for. Not by eleven year olds or thirteen year olds who could barely hold their wands steady and she stood up for those who wanted to be brave, who wanted to be as heroic as Potter and Granger. She was called a coward but she took her House with her to safety and huddled, wand drawn in the pub for news. Any news. When it came it was a surprise. Potter had won. Her brother had been captured. SINCE THE DEATH OF VOLDEMORT: Pansy attended every day of her brothers trial; swift and brutal as it was. Sitting in the front seat she did what her parents could not and held her head high and met Thaddeus’ eyes straight on. Not once did she ever waver or give any sign that she did not support him, that he did not have her love. He was her brother and society could go to hell for damning him to Azkaban. A Parkinson was still a Parkinson. It was no surprise when he was sent to prison, and the deep anger carried her through when belongings were marched out of the door or land parcelled off and sold to pay the muggleborns clamouring for reparations. Her history and legacy sold to make the way for the incomers until there was little left except pride. Aloysius began coming home less and less and Honoria’s sister moved in to help her cope. To fill the empty void of the house. For herself, Pansy found herself saddled with the term ‘coward’ and the life of luxury she’d envisoned fading. She couldn’t be a socialite on no money and so many doors were closed to her. The Ministry wasn’t a place she wanted to work and so she answered an advert for WADA. To her surprise she met their standards, a talent for mimicking motions and accents along with her neat way of composing herself making her ideal for the new deportment and elocution teacher at the school. It paid the bills, enough so she could move out and into a shared flat with some of the other oddities who teach their. Its her life, one she’s built from the ground up and she’s more than protective of it. And proud.

COMMON KNOWLEDGE: → Slytherin Prefect and member of The IS. → Wanted to hand Harry Potter over to Lord Voldemort; what was one small boy when faced with the death of so many others? → Brother was sentanced as a DE, family take a large hit during reparations. → Works at WADA giving lessons on etiquette, deportment and mainly elocution. → Pureblood. → Had a serious crush on Draco Malfoy - an offhand comment when she was thirteen had her idolising the blonde and imagining the power they could wield if they ended up with the happy ending. That didn’t happen though she’s still incredibly fond of him and protective given he was one of the few who stuck by her. → Hates her job. Loathes it and despises the dramatic birds she has to teach, this often leads to her mugging the students in the classroom - something she has a talent for and Pansy has no qualms that she does the job for anything but the money. SECRETS: → Is so sick of the way history has been rewritten in stark black and white shades; Potter and co didn’t understand what it was to live through the DE’s in the history and the choices that had to be made to keep themselves and *their* loved ones safe. → For two very embarrassing days during her third year, had a crush on Ron Weasley. During that time she was strangely absent - unable to find the vitriol to be sarcastic to him. The crush happened again post Lav-Lav. Ssssh. → Visits Crabbe’s grave once a month to lay flowers. She misses him - loathes how his name is never mentioned and hes just another example of a bad ‘egg who got theirs’. He was just a boy and before it all, before Potter he’d been her friend. → During the time at school, Pansy did what she could to shield the younger students. She was very well aware that due to the staff favouritism that no one else would be watching out for Slytherin House. Gryffindors were the ‘golden house’ and time and time again peoples divisions and loyalties came to the fore. Slytherin paid the price. Under Umbridge’s tutelage, Pansy learned to divert the hatred towards the younger members of her house away and when the Carrows became Professors, the brunette refused to torture members of her own house. Sometimes she paid the price herself but when it came down to it, Slytherin house had her loyalties. PLOT IDEAS: To have Pansy reconnect with some of her old Hogwarts faces, perhaps try and reinsert herself into Society again and see how she grows as a person without the strain of being the socialite princess she always thought she would be. Who is Pansy Parkinson without the cronies? She’d also like to campaign for better access for families of those in Azkaban so she can see her brother. SOULMATE POTION: Someone who can stand up to Pansy. She can be a tour de force and I imagine she’d take the Potion to see if she could find someone to boss around/marry for their money. I’m down for her finding her soulmate isn’t someone Pureblooded and the fallout from that but perhaps also dealing with the deeper issues that the potion presents; what happens if someone takes it who doesn’t believe in love? What then?

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