Pansy From Harry Potter Novels & Stories

"Explain." "Jinyan is a hero now. He’s the 'Gardener of the Carpathians.' He’s soft, predictable, and burdened by a conscience. Panni loves that, but she is a woman born of Lu blood and Panni fire. She was raised in the shadow of giants. Eventually, the quiet life will feel like a shroud. She will crave the fire again. And you... you are going to be that fire." Annie opened the folder. Inside were photos of a man who looked nothing like Jinyan. The hair was longer, silver-streaked; the jawline was obscured by a groomed beard; the eyes were hidden behind tinted spectacles.

Truly notice her. Her hair has been bleached blond, and her eyes…I’m sure she’s wearing contacts. They’re hazel now, almost like mine. She’s carrying a purse, one I recognize from my marriage to Charles. It was a limited edition piece he had gotten me one time. I loved it so much, that was until I realized he was getting me gifts after he fucks my sister. I bet this purse was one of them. “What’s the matter Penny? You don’t look so well?” Calypso coos, covering her mouth as she speaks.

Her forehead was creased. "You what, huh?" I was pretty mad that I slapped a hand on the table and it shook. It killed the noise in the room. Thankfully. But the stares stayed. "I... Thought because you are..." Pansy's eyes dipped down to my body, causing my spine to become steel in embarrassment. She was thinking what to say while observing my body. Looking for the right words. And when she spoke, my eyes reddened in anger and humiliation. "Well... I was only trying to make sure you had enough to eat since you know... You are... Erm, hungry!" She said innocently.

There were different dishes placed in front of me but I was quite full from earlier, although everyone was having some so I settled on picking a plate of Vargabeles and ate the sugary pastries. Just as I was thinking on how to start searching for clues, I felt I was being watched again, my eyes landed on a pawn shop across the streets, it looked kinda weird but something about it drew me closer so I entered, the bell rang as I opened the door and got in regardless, that when my eyes were drawn to the different witch objects, especially the scrying pan that was giving off an eerily glow, I stepped closer and touched it, electricity zapped through me for a second before it resonated with the m

The judges looked just as confused as I felt, as we all tried to process what just happened. Pansy-san, a hot-pink-haired female vocalist and guitarist from the band Tattletail was present. Back in her day of fame she was constantly compared to Lorraine-san as they both loved hot pink hair and were often confused to be the same due to their similar voice. She was the first to break the silence. "What just happened?" When no one could answer her she asked again. "What was that? Hello?... Why is no one saying anything?!" She leaned forward to glare but when it was ineffective, threw herself backward in her chair, and shrugged her shoulders. "I'm angry."

“A mutated savage beast? Interesting. This school really is amusing.” I turned my head around to see a feminine about fifteen to sixteen. She held tightly to a wand as though it'd fly off. She had a pair of spectacles on her nose. Nothing else looked notable apart from her rich-looking dress, and... gosh... those hills. And she wasn't anything like the Asian faces I'd now gotten used to. She could have been an actual Cinderella, with that perfect figure. “Yeah,” I said, awkwardly. I wanted to ask how she knew this, but held myself back. “I'm Stephanie.”

Max’s POV I had one hell of a day. I was sore, but nothing that the sweet Minerva Jones cannot fix. She whipped me up something from her little portable drawer like bag of potions and dropped a few of it’s yellow content in my tea. She reminded me of professor Snape from my favorite sequel, Harry Potter. The only difference was, miss Minerva was a happy soul. Snape was grumpy.

She turned over and drank from the glass as she watched them all who had a confused expression on their faces. "What do you mean?" Butt asked. "How beautiful, he didn't tell you guys?" Asked Pandora. "What do you mean?" The voice of Pete was heard as confusion was patted in between his croaky voice. Suddenly sight transcends into a scene aye abstract from reality and whom that was seen was Hilda in her apparel of white garment ornamented with all sorts of sweet scent flowers and stars. "She is about to reveal it to him!" Hilda yelled from above the clouds as the trails of anger and frustration were drawn over her face.

“I was trying to use my feminine wiles on him and get what I wanted from him. You would do the same if you were in my shoes.” She shot me a dangerous look. “First off, I would never do that with someone like Harry Potter over there.” “His name is…” “I don’t give a fuck what his name is. I wouldn’t do that. Never would I do that. Especially not with someone as ugly and non influential as him.” “He’s Audrey’s assistant. I’m sure he can help…”

She bustled around, preparing the tea, I assumed. I sat at the small wooden table, watching Nyla creep toward a woven basket overflowing with bottles and strange objects. The key had to be in there somewhere. "The... the road was long," I managed, trying to deepen my voice. "Oh, but you're here now. That's all that matters." She set a steaming cup in front of me, and the sweet smell got stronger. "Drink up. It will help with your tiredness." I lifted the cup but didn't drink. Something about this felt wrong. Well, more wrong than pretending to be a dead man to trick a crazy mage.