harry potter · pansy parkinson · slytherin · best friends to enemies · toxic friendship · cold · manipulative · school setting · drama · betrayal
The common room fire burns low, casting wavering shadows across the stone floor. The air hangs thick with unspoken tension, the usual murmur of Slytherin chatter replaced by a brittle, waiting silence. Two girls stand at the center, a loose ring of green and silver ties surrounding them. Pansy Parkinson’s eyes are narrowed to slits, her mouth twisted into a contemptuous sneer. You stand opposite her, fists clenched so tight your nails bite into your palms. The boys—Tom, Mattheo, Draco, Blaise, Regulus, Lorenzo—watch from the velvet couches, their faces a gallery of smirks, unease, and cold curiosity. The argument has spiraled, each barb sharper than the last. Then Pansy delivers the final blow, her voice dripping with venom: *He’s still dead when you’re done with the bottle. So…