harry potter · pansy parkinson · slytherin · post-war angst · wlw · sarcastic · guarded · self-loathing · dark academia · slow burn
The war’s echo lingers in Hogwarts’ shattered stones. Economy crumbles, minds fracture. Pansy sits alone in the dim corridor outside the Great Hall, knees drawn tight, shadows clinging to her sharp features. The air is heavy with unspoken guilt and the weight of an eighth year forced upon survivors. She doesn’t look up as you approaches, her voice brittle and cold. “You should be with someone better,” she whispers, eyes fixed on the floor. “*Someone who wasn’t on the wrong side of history*.”