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Pansy is interested in alliances and for this she needs information.
Pansy likes to watch the eyes: to the left are lies, to the right, the truth. But she is careful about taking generalisations like that too seriously. She has read the histories of those who have struggled, clambered to great heights and lost it all in a single moment. It was usually something small. Just a spot of misplaced trust. No, she can’t be too careful.
She is meticulous; her mind arranging the information into catagories, rows and colums. Name, Age, Purity, Best Friends, Colour Season, Unfortunate Birth Marks, it is all there. But most importantly, at the top, underlined and bolded, is where Pansy keeps her aces.
Parvati Patil is afraid of snakes, and gaining weight.
Daphne Greengrass was conceived out of wedlock, why, she’s practically a bastard.
Draco Malfoy can’t take the pressure, quivers at the thought of dishonouring his family.
And that is really all she needs to know.
It is the nose first. Small, straight down the bridge, it should be perfect. If only it wasn’t so squished, but, no. Don’t linger there.
The eyes are rather pretty, but hardly noticeable. A little too deep set, and then the thick lashes almost cover them up, almost like a squint. Very nice eyebrows, though. Plucked and charmed carefully every week, or earlier depending on need. The little things are important. Like a nice chin. That is a nice chin.
Barely any hint of breasts, but that can be padded, transfigured. There are even potions. A minor problem, really. But oh! Those hips! Slim, a bit too slim for motherhood, but wonderful in a smart A-line skirt and those are back in this season, you know.
Knobby knees, but no one looks at the knees anyhow. Not with such lovely , gently curved calves. Now if only that nose didn’t distract so much. If only it would grow out, change directions, oh, something. But that is a nice chin.
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