Thread: Not All Slytherins Are Evil (LadyAthene & The Gothic Temptress's 1x1)

Pansy Parkinson Pansy easily noticed the silence lingering between them. She should have honestly expected it given they were technically ex-lovers. Clearly though, some selfish part of her had hoped to avoid it somehow and she found herself a bit unnerved by it. Still, Draco wasn't the only stubborn Slytherin here and just as his face hid his true feelings, the same was seen on Pansy. She kept a well-composed, neutral but still kind, expression upon herself. Her hands lowered as she placed them subconsciously upon her lap, finally hearing the simple reply that he had been 'well enough' after a few moments. Her teeth gripped her lower lip. While his features refused to admit the words weren't true, the slight - but still noticeable - shift of his voice's tone had suggested to Pansy he was leaving quite a bit out. Pansy's first immediate reaction had been to ask what was really been happening. But as she remained silent, she thought ... particularly about last year. They'd both been through quite a bit, including being members of Dolores Umbridge's Inquisitorial Squad. That alone had been - in its own ways - very draining. Thinking back on it, the entire ordeal seemed very hypocritical on her behalf. Pansy wouldn't dare admit it out loud but she felt ashamed of ever taking a part in that .... group. Who was she to threaten Muggles? She may not like her heritage but facts were facts. She was one of the few Slytherins that wasn't a pureblood. Even if it wasn't from her parents, she still had a history with Muggles somewhere. It hadn't dawned on her until literally that second, but there was something rather sickening about nearly killing off those who were - yet another thing she would never say to anyone's face - technically her kin of sorts. So ... maybe everything from last year is just taking its toll? She would accept that ... for now. There was still the very nagging feeling that something much bigger than mere memories were plaguing Draco. But at least for now, she would give him his space and intervene if and when needed. That's good to hear, she finally said after convincing herself that the logical guess made enough sense. It was definitely more than enough to keep her from outright asking for the truth and thus coming off as incredibly nosy. A soft sigh passed Pansy's parted lips as she let her head fall back and gently rest against the back of her seat, tilting it slightly to gaze out the window with Draco, looking at everything and nothing simultaneously it would seem. There is also just the possibility of the mental toll from another damn war starting up. she mused, knowing that even for herself it was true. She never thought too heavily about it, not usually. Now that there was little else to distract her, however, she remembered that even though many Muggles believed they were living in an era of peace, that was anything but true. If anything, this would be the worst set of trials the entire world, regardless of whether one was a wizard or not, would ever see. The thought made Pansy grip her lower lip slightly as she closed her eyes, taking yet another breath as she began to gently exhale and attempted to relax herself. After all, thinking too much wouldn't do her any good. So she focused primarily on the here and now along with anything else she should be thinking on.