Padma Patil (pellucid_lotus) wrote in eminor_macula, @ 2008-04-07 12:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | narrative, padma patil, pansy parkinson |
Narrative
Who: Padma Patil and Pansy Parkinson
What: Dread and disdain
When: First thing Monday morning
Where: Department of International Magical Cooperation
Status: Incomplete
Rating: G?
Padma had been dreading work every day since she read Pansy's journal entry in her Friend Speak. She'd tentatively entered her department for several days at the end of the last week, wary of running into Pansy at every turn - and the lack of Pansy had done nothing to relieve her. If anything, she'd been experiencing a growing tension that seemed to fill her stomache and leave her with a constant dull, headache. (She'd be loathe to admit, but she'd been brushing up on any adjectives she thought particularly described her childhood nemesis. She didn't honestly think Pansy had a larger vocabulary, but Padma had always been one to lose all remembrance of proper sentence cohesion and any and all suitable retorts when in Pansy's direct presence.)
Parvati had been the leader of the twins in all major decisions and social interactions - and while Padma had always quite adamantly refused to play with Pansy, it was more out of a strange fear of the girl rather than a want to stand up to her. She a perfect porcelain doll, one that Mrs. Patil would have much rather had for a child than her dark haired and Indian twins. In a time and era when Padma was quite sure the stereotype for her ethnicity portrayed her as having conservative Indian parents who refused to let her befriend, date or intermingle with other races and religions, her mother rigorously encouraged the twins in any and everything that would make them more like the blonde, beautiful and Purist Pansy Parkinson.
So while she put on a front about Lisa, one that required her to tease Pansy's lack of intelligence and talents of gala throwing, it was a thin disguise for the fact that Padma was genuinely mistrustful of Pansy. It was not Pansy's beliefs, support of Voldemort or Slytherin politics that made Padma uneasy. Pansy Parkinson made Padma revert to a timid five year old because she was everything Mrs. Patil wanted Padma to be and everything Padma very obviously was not. For Pansy to be here, in Padma's department, with a job that Padma herself had hoped to have by now, angered her not because she was jealous. Padma felt this way because it meant she and Pansy actually had something in common and that was just too near Mrs. Patil's wants and needs to leave Padma feeling anything but queer and nauseated.
Padma knew today would be the day Pansy would show. It was a Monday, a fresh start to a work week and the perfect time to acclimate a liason-in-training. Still, Padma hadn't seen her anywhere between the lift and Mr Remington's office, so setting her superior's morning necessities on his desk, situating the Prophet and his cup of coffee in the places she knew he preferred them, Padma settled at her desk at the mouth of the Department and began her day as best she could. She sorted through the owls and messages the on-duty weekend Receptionist had left on her desk, but her hackles were raised and she couldn't shake her apprehension. She was neatly dressed, as always, blouse and pencil skirt beneath her department robes, her blonde hair pulled back and bunned, glasses in place. But despite her calm appearance, she'd had to restrain herself getting ready that morning. She'd almost put on a glamour to hide her hair, but she reminded herself logically that Pansy already knew and wearing it black would only cause her to gloat.