Pansy Parkinson And The Muggle Spirit From The Future

After taking a quick shower, I looked for Pansy's clothes. According to MAG, she kept her clothes in a trunk under the bed. I try to look there and, when I look down, I find the trunk that contains all her clothes and I look for her school uniform.

I put on the skirt, too short for my taste, it barely reaches below the girl's rounded buttocks. The shirt, too tight, highlights a generous bust that I never had in real life. I put on my tie, which was very difficult for me to tie since I haven't had a boyfriend for a long time…

I look at myself in the mirror with a disapproving expression; I will need to change this wardrobe. I remember there is a lot of talk about spells to lengthen or shrink clothes, I could ask the guys. Meanwhile, I put on a vest to hide my chest a little before putting on my black wizard's robe, pleased to see that it somewhat hides the vulgar clothes I'm wearing.

I take what I think is her backpack, after verifying that there are books inside (although I have no idea what their contents are!), I look at my reflection one last time and head towards the exit of the dorms.

Behind the bedroom door, I find myself in a hallway dimly lit by unlit green lamps. Seeing a light source to the left, I decide to follow it in the hope of reaching the Common Room. Finally, I reach the room in question, barely containing a gasp of astonishment.

If the room is dull and the hallway is dark, the Common Room has nothing to do with these descriptions. It has a high ceiling, with suspended green lamps that give a cozy atmosphere to the room. It is rectangular; In the center, you can see armchairs and sofas, emerald green, of course, surrounding a large fireplace with complicated but majestic engravings. A fire crackles gently inside, giving the surroundings a peaceful touch.

On the other side of the room, there is a large table, probably for studying, that overlooks large windows. A greenish light filters through the windows, and although I know that they do not face the mainland but rather the Black Lake, seeing a sea creature quickly pass by does not prevent me from jumping in terror, with a hand on my mouth and a horrified look on my face.

Seeing my reaction, my two chance friends laughed mockingly as they stood in front of me.

— "Pansy's never had such a funny reaction to seeing a giant squid, has she, Draco?" — Blaise said, still smiling mockingly.

— "She's never had funny reactions in her life, you mean." — The guy in question responded, his voice slurred, although with a touch of amusement in his tone.

— "Come on, we're going to be late. Did you take your Charms homework?"

— "Homework? Do we have an assignment? Did Pansy do her homework?" — I panic, not knowing where to look.

— "I'll give you my scroll." — Blaise sighed, his smile gone.

We head towards a wall, where a door materializes as soon as we arrive. I try to keep a calm air, but only God knows how excited I am about all this. Upon leaving the room, we find the same gloomy atmosphere as the hallway. We walked a few steps before coming face to face with an adult.

— "So, Miss Parkinson, are you skipping potions classes now?" — He said, with a calm, almost terrifying voice.

I looked at him carefully: greasy black hair stuck to his temples, half-closed eyes, impassive face. If I had not heard his voice, I would not have known he was speaking, for his features were so motionless, as if sculpted in marble. He wore a long black robe that trailed behind him. Without a doubt, it was Severus Snape. 

I see my companions moving around, trying to speak for me, but I get ahead of them.

— "I'm sorry, Professor, I wasn't feeling well this morning…" — I said. — "Uh… girl stuff." — I added, timidly.

— "I don't want to know anything, and next Monday I want a 40 cm scroll about the types of antidotes and their effectiveness... And don't try to copy from Mr. Zabini or Malfoy, I will know." — And, without waiting for her to respond, he disappeared into the hallways in a whirlwind of black fabrics.

— "Has he ever said that he will poison us to test our antidotes before Christmas?" — I said, with a groan.

The two boys looked at each other, a little scared.

— "Uh... yeah, today…" - Blaise stammered, before moving towards the stairs.

— "How do you know?" — Draco said.

— "I read it, in the novel."

— "The same one where you saw that Potter is the 'fourth champion'?"

— "The same."

The rest of the way passes in silence, and a few stairs later, we reach a door that takes us to a large hall, even more beautiful than I had imagined. Its ceiling has no limit, only the sky, its stone walls are high and house enormous hourglasses, which I recognize as the point clocks of each house, as they contain rubies and other precious stones. In the center, there is a grand marble staircase leading to the upper floors.

Right in front of us, there is a huge open door, through which students enter and leave with great agitation.

— "Is this the Great Hall?"

— "Yes, it seems that you know a lot, you recognized Snape and now the Great Hall. Hard to tell if you're really not Pansy or if you're bluffing."

— "I was a Potter fan for almost 25 years. So yes, I recognize a lot of things from the Potterverse."

— "What's wrong with you and Potter today? Did he make you drink a love potion?"

— "Don't be an idiot!" — I say, — "As I said before, Potter is the hero of the saga I read. He's... going to have a lot of adventures, he's already had quite a few since he got here. Let's go eat, I'm starving."

We head towards the Great Hall, and as I enter, I bump into someone. — "Oh I'm sorry!" — I said, automatically.

— "I'm sorry!" — Said the girl at the same time, before recognizing me and giving me a look halfway between surprise and hatred, quickly walking away.

— "But what's wrong with her? Ah, the young people of today, how rude!"

— "You don't recognize her?"

— "Who is it? Wait, messy hair, a backpack that must weigh 3 tons, walking fast... Was it... Granger?"

— "Yeah."

— "I just ran into Hermione Granger and she looked at me like I was a bag of shit," — I complained.

— "You cordially detest each other." — Blaise said.

— "And rightly so, there's no way I'd like her, an unbearable miss-know-it-all and on top of that a mud..."

— "Wooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" — My exclamation interrupted the sentence Draco was spitting, his disgusted face turning into a grimace of exasperation. I didn't pay attention to it.

My gaze rests on everything and nothing at the same time, sliding across the four long tables full of students eating while talking about classes and other gossip, some with parchment and quills in their hands, writing hastily. 

I look at the ceiling, very high, with a very accurate representation of the sky, the clouds covering the sun on this autumn day. At the back of the room, is a fifth table where the teachers are, and where there is a large empty chair that I guess is that of the director, Albus Dumbledore.

Before my stunned gaze, my classmates pulled me towards the table on the far left, where many Slytherins were sitting.

— "Oh, it's Pansy! How are you now?" — She's the annoying girl from before, what was her name already?

— "Tracey, leave her, she must eat and copy her homework." — He said while taking out two scrolls from his backpack, one already filled and the other blank.

— "You never let me copy your homework."

— "I will do it one day when we have our ASPICs."

I laughed, before turning pale as I remembered the writing methods people in this world use.

— "I don't know how to use a feather! I'm used to pens, they're the only ones I know how to use!" — I moaned, with my hands on my head.

— "What is that, a 'pen'?"

— "A Pen, it's a... a kind of wand with ink inside and a tiny ball at the end, which allows the ink to be drawn out, it's a Muggle object." — I said the last word in a whisper that only Blaise and Draco heard, and they grimaced in disgust at the word 'muggle.'

I take the parchments, the quill, and the inkwell and try to write, but, at the first contact of the pen with the yellowish paper, a large ink stain spreads over an enormous surface.

— "Leave it, I'll take care of it." — Blaise said, at my panicked look. — "Eat something in the meantime, you said you were hungry."

— "You are an angel, Blaise, thank you."

— "Yuck, Pansy, don't fall in love with me!"

— "No way, you're too young for me."

He raised his eyes to the sky, dramatically. — "Better this way."

I laugh as I bite into a piece of toast, attacking an extremely delicious chicken thigh with great appetite.

=*=*=*=*=

The course of the afternoon passed without major incidents, by mutual agreement, the fact that I was not Pansy remained a secret between the three of us. Then, with a fake smile, I explained to the three others who had witnessed my morning crisis that I was bluffing, without giving them any further details.

The 'surprise' they had prepared for me was organized for the night, a small party, as they said, which I did not consider small at all. 

The Slytherins were big partiers, they drank in front of my disapproving gaze, and, every time I wanted to disappear into my dorm, the boys 'kindly' reminded me that the party was in my honor and that, to please all those people who had come for me, I had to stay. 

Despite my skepticism about the real reason for everyone's presence that night, I resisted the temptation to slip away, still refusing the glasses they offered me, citing an imaginary stomach ache and a sudden desire to detox.

Finally, I managed to sneak past all those crazed teenagers and went to sit in a chair far away from the living room. Once seated, I discovered that I was not the only one looking for a bit of calm; another student, tall, thin, and brown, was already there. Theodore Nott.

— "What are you reading?" — The young man in question was startled, surely not expecting to be interrupted, he looked at me with his steel gray eyes wide open.

— "Don't worry, bunny, I'm not going to eat you, I'm just trying to be nice."

He got up from a bench and walked towards some stairs, probably leading to the boys' dormitory. The moment he disappeared behind the wooden door, Blaise appeared, glass in hand, and laughed where Theodore had been sitting.

— "I see that you have once again hurt the tender heart of our dear Theo." 

— "I just asked him what he was reading."

— "You don't like him and you don't hide it."

— "All the more reason to believe me when I say I'm not Pansy." — A heavy silence settled. — "What happened between him and Pansy to make him so afraid of her?"

— "Enough things for me to cordially detest you."

— "Like half of the school, right?"

— "The other half is divided between hatred and indignation."

— "And you? I mean you and Draco."

— "If it's true that you're not Pansy, I'll be a little sad, because she's a childhood friend. Draco, on the other hand, will feel relieved. Since we've been here, you followed him everywhere like a gnome in need of affection. All the people here are waiting for the day when you manage to take him to your bed... To celebrate your determination, there are even bets."

I grimace, there is nothing pleasant about being described as a gnome, even less the prospect of noticing that all eyes are on my love life, because even if I am not Pansy, in my mind, I am still her in everyone's eyes, even from those to whom I have told the truth. 

— "Tell me about that... book," — Blaise says suddenly. 

Looking at him, I realize that Draco has joined us. He doesn't speak, pretending to be completely uninterested, but I know he's waiting intently for my response. 

— "There are several volumes, there are 7 in total. Now we are at the beginning of the fourth volume."

— "7 as the number of years at Hogwarts?"

— "Exactly. But I'm not going to talk much about what's going to happen in the future, for two reasons. The first is that I don't think it's a good idea." — I look at Draco, remembering all the atrocities he will experience starting next year, — "the second reason is that my arrival here could change some details. I've only been here a day, so I have no idea how things will play out. I prefer to watch and wait."

— "So, can you tell us about the past, if I understand correctly? Three volumes are already part of the past."

— "I can describe the Gryffindor Common Room."

— "As if you had already been there!"

— "I read the description in books and saw it in movies."

— "The what?"

— "The movies are... a bit like putting together several photos of wizards, but the sequence is longer, it can last from 10 minutes to 3 or 4 hours. The films lasted between 2 and a half and 3 hours, and... told the story of Harry Potter in the wizarding world."

Draco sighed loudly, disgusted at having heard Potter's beloved name so many times. 

— "Are they talking about us in those books and... move?" — Blaise said, not paying the slightest attention to his friend. 

— "Movies, M-O-V-I-E, movies."

— "Yes, that's it." 

I hesitate about the amount of information to give, then I resign myself to telling the truth without revealing too much. — "Not as much as you would like... little is said about the Slytherins since everyone here despises Potter, so they are considered... bad. At the same time, the only Slytherins known through the novels are your gang, who hate Harry and do everything to make his life in the castle a living hell." — I gesture towards Draco, who doesn't react.

— "So he's famous in your world, right?" — Blaise mocks. 

— "He has quite a few fans, despite his behavior." — I say, amused. 

— "Of course, I would have fans even in another world." — The arrogant tone in his voice makes me laugh.

 — "It is thanks to Felton that you are so loved. He did a good job as an actor, and he's handsome too." — Remembering my favorite actor makes me smile for a moment before putting on a falsely serious air again. — "In any case, Blaise and Theodore are barely mentioned. Blaise, they describe you as tall, handsome, and arrogant. I doubt that is false." — The aforementioned blushes and his dark skin turns a little reddish. However, his gaze does not lose even a speck of mischief. — "Your story is a bit mysterious, and I doubt you want to talk about it. Theodore is described as a tall, thin, and lonely boy. His mother died at a very young age under mysterious circumstances, his father is old and vicious. And, if my memory serves me right, he's a friend of yours, Draco."

— "Those are things we all know here."

— "As for Pansy, all they say is that she's mean, with a horrible face, but I find her quite cute, as long as she keeps an impassive expression. I am determined to never make faces again. She has a thing for Draco, but don't worry kid, I won't follow you around like, quote, 'a gnome in need of affection', you're too young for me, plus I'm not a big fan of blonde hair, and pale skin."

— "Who else is mentioned?"

I grimace, looking at the makeshift dance floor, where two happy idiots are dancing like sacks of potatoes. The others follow my gaze and then burst into laughter. 

— "I don't need to tell you, we love them all in our world, enough to... curse them every time they appear on the screen." — I was about to talk about Crabbe's death, but I'm biting my lip, I have to be more careful with what I say. — "Finally, there is you" — I look at Draco, — "Daddy's boy, arrogant, pretentious, bad loser, you don't hesitate to shout evil every time you see Harry, Hermione or some Weasley, also Longbottom." — The aforementioned looked at me, with hatred. 

— "Your father is in all the dialogues in which you have participated. 'If my father knew we were going to the Forbidden Forest', 'My father bought brooms for the whole team', my father here, my father there."

— "You're not wrong," — Blaise observes, watching Draco's pale face turn bright red. 

— "Well, okay, but the rest is a bit..."

— "True too. The last time we played chess and you lost, you didn't speak to me for a week. And not long ago, this morning, you reminded Potter that his days were numbered when Snape subtly hinted that he would be happy to poison him."

The night progresses calmly, between fun, indignation, and false anger, I tell them some anecdotes that only readers can know, that they promised to verify. 

I also talk to them about fanfiction and the enthusiasm of Potterheads for creating all kinds of stories. I tell you a little about MAG, in front of a disgusted Draco and a Blaise so amused that he was crying with laughter. 

We said goodbye a few hours later, finally allowed to go to my dorm, with my new friends almost certain that I was no longer the person they knew.

The four days that separated us from October 30 passed quickly, between the classes in which I tried to go unnoticed, without understanding anything, and the endless Slytherin parties, which even to me, being an insomniac, seemed exhausting. 

The boys helped me readjust my uniform, which is now longer and looser. Judging by their satisfied looks that Thursday morning when I entered the Great Hall, the result was good.

— "Today is the day we will know what you said," — Blaise said, much more enthusiastic than he let on. 

— "I already know, but I'll pretend to be surprised," — I said, buttering some toast as I whispered.

— "What you said is impossible. There cannot be four champions."

— "We'll see."

— "You should write down what you said, so at night you won't be able to distort your words when nothing that you 'predicted' happens." — Blaise added before popping a piece of wafer with honey into his mouth in the most aristocratic way possible.

— "Take a parchment and write what I am going to say."

I describe again the arrival of the delegations from the other schools, I talk about the guests of the Ministry, the condition of the 17-year-old and I repeat the names of the champions, insisting that there will be four. 

— "Very well, your signature here, dear lady," — He says, handing me the parchment. A drop of ink falls on him as I take the pen, and he rips the paper from my hands, laughing, — "That should be enough."

The day passes without too many problems. Pansy's carefree nature in class (who was usually sleeping) helped me a lot since no teacher tried to ask me surprise questions. However, my curious air, while I try to understand (without much success), attracts their attention, they look at me as if I had grown a third eye on my forehead.

In the afternoon, at 6:00 p.m., we were all so excited that it was difficult for the teachers to contain us. 

Snape stood in front, barely mumbling words, hard to hear, but from his look of contempt, I could tell he'd rather be anywhere but calming some already out-of-control children.

The delegations arrived as described in the novel: in a carriage drawn by flying horses and an underwater boat that emerged from the great lake. Although I expected it, I couldn't help but marvel at all those magical manifestations that I was seeing for the first time.

Dinner was equally spectacular. In addition to the delicious dishes, happy chats, and speeches introducing the Triwizard Tournament (I was seeing Dumbledore in person for the first time), nothing made me happier than the surprised looks of my two new friends, who, as as the night progressed, they seemed to grow paler.

— "Sorry, I feel like I ruined all your fun!" — I say, before their downcast faces, when we enter the Common Room. 

— "We have to talk!" — Blaise responds, with a seriousness that I haven't seen in him all week.

We followed him, Draco, and me, to the door through which Theodore had disappeared a few days before, then, at the end of a corridor similar to the one that leads to my bedroom, we entered another, which only has in common with mine the beds and the tables next to it. The rest of the decoration is different, and it is easy to guess that it is a boys' room.

— "Nott went to the library after dinner. I think we can talk quietly for an hour, before curfew."

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