Pansy sipped her drink, and weighed her words carefully. How does one explain the feeling of utter exile? She watched Daphne and relaxed slightly; Daphne was still interested and that was a huge relief.
"I was at the end of my tether, told I would not be given a job, any job in the known wizarding world. I think that and the implied threats to the Parkinson name, that my family might suffer for my comments made at schoolaffected me greatly. I felt alienated, and ousted. A lowly Ministry employee told me to my face I would never get any job; that the Parkinson name was akin to a traitor's. Normally, if I had heard this from one or two, I would have dismissed it. But Daphne, months of job hunting, my parents' fined to almost poverty because of their association with the Death Eaters, it was all too much. I had no one to turn to, except to myself and my wits. I managed to bump into a contact, a Muggle man who offered me an escape."
"It was not a choice I ever would have made in my right mind, but at that moment, I was not exactly rationale. I think I was severely depressed, and I listened to his proposal, and thought, 'Why the hell not?'
She paused, "It had been an eye-opening experience. And the thing that is crazy; the worse I treat people, the more respect I earn from them."
She let her mouth play into an evil smile, "And I have a talent for it, the Muggle camera loves me. The next arena is the Wizarding world. But not as Pansy Parkinson. No, I go by Niky Parks for business."