Pansy Parkinson (snarkqueen) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2016-01-06 22:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1999 january, neville longbottom, pansy parkinson |
Who: Pansy and Open
What: Head Girl patrols
Where: Hogsmeade
When: Late evening.
Pansy hadn’t mind doing patrols while she was in the castle, but now she was doing them in the village, out in the cold and the village was arguably bigger than the school. Still, she was dressed in her long grey cloak with fur lining, boots and adorn herself in heating charms, complete with wand at the ready in her gloved hand. She had to admit that, since the attacks, the village became dead and a little scary during the evenings, as the sunlight faded into darkness. Especially when she had to do them alone. She was scheduled to attend with one of the younger prefects, but she’d fallen ill suddenly and left Pansy to do the work on her own.
The light from Pansy’s wand was as bright as she could make it, thought it casted unwanted shadows on the houses as she passed them and rounded corners. She hated the fear that dwelled inside her, they made her feel weak, and Pansy was a lot of things but she never considered weak to be one of them. Sure, there had been violence last year, but Pansy had been protected by her family name and her overly fond Dark Arts teacher. Now she had neither of those to hide behind. They didn’t seem to care when they attacked the school, she’d only been a few feet away from a girl who’d gotten terribly injured. Plenty of purebloods had been caught in the blast. It was the first time in her life she honestly felt like she was in danger.
Pansy turned the corner, and saw a shadow move with a bit of a gasp. Her mind was playing tricks on her, right?
“Anyone here?” She called out.