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07-04-2008, 07:23 PM
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| | Skrewt
Location: Alberta Join Date: Jul 2003
Posts: 1,274
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Pansy
Seventh |  If You Just Realize - Sa13+
I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling.
This FF was inspired by the song If You Just Realize by Colbie Caillat.
Take time to realize,
That your warmth is crashing down on in.
Take time to realize,
That I am on your side
Didn't I, Didn't I tell you.
But I can't spell it out for you,
No it's never gonna be that simple
No I cant spell it out for you
If you just realize what I just realized,
Then we'd be perfect for each other
And will never find another
Just realize what I just realized
We'd never have to wonder if
We missed out on each other now.
Take time to realize
Oh, oh I'm on your side
Didn't I, didn't I tell you.
Take time to realize
But I can't spell it out for you,
No its never gonna be that simple
No I can't spell it out for you.
If you just realize what I just realized
Then we'd be perfect for each other
And we'll never find another
Just realize what I just realized
We'd never have to wonder if
We missed out on each other but.
It's not always the same
No it's never the same
If you don't feel it to.
If you meet me half way
If you would meet me half way.
It could be the same for you.
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Chapter one: Ignorance
I've always been optimistic. But it's been hidden for so long for so many reasons. I looked out of the tinted window of the black stretch-limosine I was riding in with my ignorant father. Well, at least he had been ignorant this morning. We hadn't spoken much since breakfast, which was a horror flick, ending with me spilling milk on the floor, and then being forced to actually clean it up - without magic. Who did he think I was? A house-elf? I snorted out loud by accident and he looked at me out of the corner of his eye. Although being forced to come on this expedition with him, I kept my attention out the window, looking down at the forests and old, ratty barns and people who were coming out of their pathetic excuse for houses. I couldn't believe some wizards lived like this. I've always been spoiled, but I'd never admit it. It's in my nature to think I'm above everyone else. I have my family and friends to thank for that. As our limo started to decend down towards the ground, my father spoke.
"I know this is the last place on earth you want to be right now, Pansy, but I hope you can understand why you've come along with me."
I didn't understand. Of course, who could with parents who keep their lives secret from you? All I knew is that it had to do with Voldemort.
"As long as we are in and out before my shopping date with Draco, Daddy, I promise not to be too mad," I lied. Of course I was mad. My father looked down. The limo landed and came to a stop, "Okay?" I asked, persistently. My father said nothing. He opened the door to the limo as quickly as he could, and stepped out. I rolled my eyes, and mimicked his motion. The smell was different, I made a disgusted face as I noticed the pigs in a pen in the front yard. I then noticed the actual house. It was on a slant, not very big. Most of the windows seemed to be broken, and the odd colours of the siding and roofing did not match. I never imagined living like this. I had all the riches in the world, and never would I give them up - especially for this lifestyle.
My father mumbled something to our driver and motioned for me to follow him. I trudged through the dirt, trying hard not to step in anything that would get the smell of the country on me. I folded my arms across my chest as we approached the door. He knocked, twice. I stood beside him, looking at the door. It looked as though the tiniest bit of wind could blow it over. I then looked at my father's right hand. He was carrying a black bag, obviously full of something. "What's that?" I asked casually. He just said, "It's not important right now," very blank.
I was startled as someone unlocked and opened the door. The bright-haired, plump woman who stood before us sighed happily. "Mr. Parkinson!" she beamed. "How wonderful to see you again!" She then looked at me. "And this must be your daughter!" She took my hand and held it. "I've heard so much about you, Pansy." She smiled at me. I tried, but could not smile back. "Um," I looked up at my father, who nodded. "Likewise." I said, accidentally making it sound like a question.
"Do come in!" she said, leading us into the 'house'. We entered the kitchen, me behind my father. "Can I get you anything to drink? Eat?" Mrs. Weasley offered us.
"No need, Molly," my father said, taking a seat at the kitchen table. "Thank you."
The kitchen smelled as if there was just a fantastic meal prepared, and the dishes being magically washed in the sink indicated the meal was for at least ten wizards, but the house was silent.
"Is Arthur present this morning?" My father asked. I tended to ignore their conversation. I was taken in by the odd things around the room. One particular item that amused me was the grandfather clock. It wasn't typical. It looked antique, but the many faces on the hands made me giggle.
"Actually, he should be arriving any moment," Mrs. Weasley started, "As you know, there was trouble at the Ministry...." She looked at my father because he had cleared his voice and motioned his head towards me. "Well, yes. Indeed." Mrs. Weasley hushed up. I was baffled as I came back into their conversation.
"Morning!" Mr. Weasley boomed, through the front door as he appeared into the kitchen. "Ah! Mr. Parkinson, my apologies. Hope you weren't waiting too long!"
"Not at all," Dad said and got up, greeting Mr. Weasley, "Rough night?"
They began small talk as Mrs. Weasley offered me a seat. I didn't take it.
"Well, shall we? Much business to attend to." Mr. Weasley said, leading my dad into another room.
There I was, abandoned in the Weasley's kitchen by my father. I glared as I watched them walk away."So, Pansy dear!" Mrs. Weasley said and I turned to her, "You must be very excited to start your final year at Hogwarts! And even more excited to follow your father's footsteps into the Ministry!"
My eyes widened, just how much had my father told this woman! "Yes, but actually." I hesitated. "Things may not go as planned after graduatioin...." I had changed my mind. I did not want to be apart of the Ministry, like my father. I had different ideas.
"Well, whatever it is you choose, I bet you'll do great!" She said, smiling at me. "You're a bright girl." Awkward silence. I hated these moments. Mrs. Weasley turned back to her dishes. "You shouldn't be letting me bore you with my day! Here, I'll find something to entertain you.
And as she called his name up the stairs, I shuddered.
Last edited by *Pansy_Parkinson* : 07-09-2008 at 04:07 PM.
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09-09-2008, 03:30 AM
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