HP Midnight Light

-February 1991, 4-

The last note of the dance music fell quietly, and in the applause of the guests, Mr. Parkinson kissed the back of his wife's hand, and the two walked out of the dance floor hand in hand.

The second piece of music sounded, and the guests poured into the dance floor. Mrs. Flint shook her head: "I thought Mrs. Parkinson had to miss today's banquet due to illness!"

"But it's an Easter feast, my dear, and it's important," Mrs. Gower reminded.

Regardless of whether Mrs. Parkinson was born sick or not, she did not look sick at all when she appeared in front of people.

"She looks so young!" sighed Mrs. Greengrass.

"Don't be fooled by the illusion, it's all thanks to beauty potions and spells." Having said that, Mrs. Crabbe looked at Mrs. Parkinson with a bit of jealousy in her eyes.

"Speaking of which, you should be old friends, right?"

"Ah... yes." Mrs. Greengrass hurriedly explained, "But we haven't seen each other for many years, I didn't know she would show up tonight..."

"That's all right, today's a good time to catch up - we're talking about you, Mrs. Parkinson!"

The hostess of the dinner had a casual smile: "What are you talking about?"

"Tonight is a good time to catch up on the past." Mrs. Gore smiled and looked at Mrs. Greengrass, "I guess, you must still remember this lady?"

"Of course, dear Aurora, we haven't seen each other for a long time." Mrs. Parkinson looked at Mrs. Greengrass lightly, "Didn't Daphne and Astoria come?"

"The kids want to stay at home and play." The latter apologized hastily.

"It's a pity." Mrs. Parkinson raised her eyebrows. "I wish they could get to know each other."

—Daphne and Pansy will both be freshmen at Hogwarts in a few months.

Mrs. Greengrass smiled sheepishly.

"Excuse me first." Mrs. Parkinson seemed to have no intention of chatting. She drank the wine, but frowned as if she couldn't bear it. "I hope you all have a good time tonight."

She turned around lightly, ignored the surprised gazes of the female guests, and walked out of the banquet hall.

Mrs. Parkinson seemed to be clad in a thick armor of contempt, which no words or eyes in the world could pierce.

"She's so haughty," said Mrs. Crabbe bluntly, after a moment's silence among the ladies.

No one responded to her.

"I'd better be with my husband before he drinks too much." Mrs. Flint quickly found an excuse and slipped away.

"I think," said Miss Watson, putting down her glass logically, "that I must go and see where my little rascal has gone."

"Would you like to go for a walk in the garden?" Mrs. Gower pulled Mrs. Greengrass aside before she could speak. "What a fool to make it clear." Far from Mrs. Crabbe, Mrs. Gore shook her head and sighed, "I still worry about those conflicts when I was a child..." She thought to herself, but Mrs. Greengrass looked for Sean in the crowd restlessly:

"Sorry, I have to talk to Sean first." She interrupted Mrs. Gower's speech apologetically, and walked across the crowd to her husband impatiently.

"Mrs. Parkinson." When the Greengrasses found the hostess, she was leaning on the railing of the terrace and looking into the distance.

"I know you will come to me." Mrs. Parkinson said coldly. She turned around and held a cigarette between her slender pale fingers. "Speak."

"Ann left the wizarding world a few years ago, and the so-called 'Lady Greengrass' and 'Aurora Smith' have been Sylvia ever since." Sean's hand clasped his wife's tightly Together, "That's why I never let my wife appear in public."

"Are you afraid of being exposed? I understand." Mrs. Parkinson smiled, "I won't expose you."

Sean, who had been exposed, seemed a little embarrassed: "Thank you very much."

"You're welcome." Mrs. Parkinson took a puff of cigarette lazily, "Then, among so many rumors about Vera, which one is true?"

She suddenly mentioned his ex-wife, which made Sean a little embarrassed: "The disfigured one."

Mrs. Parkinson did not speak, her face was obscured by the thin smoke.

The Greengrasses hesitated for a moment, wondering whether they should leave, but fortunately, Mr. Parkinson's timely appearance saved them from having to bother to make a decision.

"The therapist said that you should not touch these for the time being." Edmund stepped forward, "Besides, it's too cold here, and your illness hasn't recovered yet."

His wife took another shallow breath, and slowly exhaled the smoke provocatively.Edmund was in a daze for a moment, and she had gradually grown into a charming woman who would attract the attention of male customers.

"Edmund," she suddenly reached out and grabbed his tie, brushing her lips gently against his cheek, "remember what you promised."

Before he could react, she had already let go and retreated to the edge of the terrace. He stared at her silhouette with a sense of loss, thinking that it would be great if time could be suspended at this moment.

He waited silently for a while, in fact, he should have known that she would not turn back.In the end, Edmund put the coat in his hand on the chair and left silently.

Underneath are the never-extinguishing lamps and shadows, and above are invisible bright stars.She only occasionally chooses alcohol or cigarettes to anesthetize her soul under the pull of tense and fragile nerves, and plunges herself into meditation with no sorrow, no joy, no past and no future, so as to escape the bait thrown by memories.

A gust of wind blew, and the smoke slanted. Mrs. Parkinson was choking and coughing. She turned her head slightly to avoid the wind.

"Come on, Vio."

"But these shoes are too tight!"

Pansy watched in despair as Violet happily kicked off her shoes and socks as she sat on the front steps.

"Don't be so nervous." Violet urged, "Have you never walked barefoot on the grass?"

Pansy shook her head: "My parents will tell me."

"Because it's too unladylike?"

Pansy shrugged: "There are a lot of guests tonight."

"But this is your home!" Violet's eyes widened, "As long as you don't tell others, even my mother won't know—oh, it doesn't matter if she knows, she often only wears socks walking around the house."

"You would never do that in front of Draco!"

"That's because he's not my best friend." Violet said with a smile, Pan Xi froze for a moment, and suddenly felt happy:

"Okay, but don't lose your shoes and socks."

"I won't." Violet seriously rolled up the socks and stuffed them into the shoes, "Come on, let's go to the fountain to play."

Murphy's Law tells us that what should come will always come.

It's as if Violet is doomed to fall into the fountain's pool and not find her shoes.

Pansy almost dug the small piece of land in front of the Parkinson Manor foyer like a groundhog: "Are you sure you're here?"

Violet stood not far away, shivering from the cold: "It's right next to the bushes—Ah!"

"But not here." Pansy straightened up.

"Forget it then," Violet suggested. "Let's sneak back to find my mother and ask her to give me a Drying Charm so your parents won't know—"

"Pansy."

Violet's words came to an abrupt end, and she stared at her in horror.

Pansy swallowed and looked up.Warm orange light poured through the open door, and her parents stood livid on the porch watching her.

"What's going on here?" her dad asked first.

"I lost my shoes," Violet said quickly. "Pansy is looking for them for me."

"Why did Violet fall into the pool?" her mother asked.

"It was careless—"

"I've seen you a long time ago." Mrs. Parkinson unceremoniously broke through Pansy's lie, "I told you not to play in the water by the fountain!"

"I'm going, Mrs. Parkinson." Violet whispered, her eyes lit up, "Mom!"

"Don't blame the child." Margaret arrived in time, "Violet is so naughty, sometimes even I can't control her." She smiled and handed Pansy a handkerchief to wipe the dirt on her face And Hanzhu, "Is Pansy also frightened?"

"I'm sorry, Margaret, it's our lack of discipline." Mrs. Parkinson looked away from her daughter, "I'll take you to the bathroom upstairs to change."

They left quickly.

"Go back to your room." Edmund ordered, "We will look for you after the guests have left." He looked at Pansy's listless look, and finally slowed down his voice, "If you are hungry Ask Tata to bring you something to eat."

"From today onwards, you are not allowed to go out to play, not to anyone's house." Her mother didn't say a word of scolding, but Pan Xi felt that she was particularly wronged, "Reflect on yourself."

"I didn't mean to," Pansy argued, "and Vio is fine..."

"That's just your luck." Mrs. Parkinson said coldly, "If something happened to Violet, you don't have to reflect on it here."

Pansy looked down, tears streaming down the carpet.

"This kind of punishment is a bit harsh—"

Hyacinth turned to Edmund with a slight smile: "Small mistakes can turn into big ones at any time, have you forgotten the truth?" She glanced at Pansy, "Tears are useless. Remember, I will punish you It's because you lied, not because Violet fell into the pool while you were playing!"

-August 8st - Burstead Manor

Olivia was left alone in the lonely desert, unencumbered.She matured in dreams without demons, in long games, in regular tedious dinners, in long, deep silences without memories.

She is lucky, because she escaped the clutches of time.

Millicent stared at her aunt with wide eyes.They had never had a normal communication, but Millicent had witnessed how Olivia had completely become a madman.She had watched old Mrs. Burst put irons on her daughter's hands and feet to keep her from losing control - her grandmother insisted that she witness the tragedy that had happened to her aunt as a warning.

"Do you feel sorry for her?" asked old Mrs. Burst coldly behind her.

Millicent trembled: "Yes."

Old Mrs. Burst gave her a sideways look in disgust: "You are just as pretentious as your shameless mother!" She roughly pushed Millicent away and went into the attic to comb Olivia's hair.After Signus finally died of illness in Azkaban, the old Mrs. Burst seemed to have given up hope of a comeback, and she unreservedly devoted the remaining warmth of the rest of her life to poor Olivia.

How ironic.This is what is called "love", and it is what you give away when you treasure it, and it is what you spend when you throw it away.

"Don't ever pay attention to Margaret's daughter." Old Mrs. Burst put the comb back in place, her voice suddenly became cold, "Whoever she gets close to is your enemy."

Millicent gave her a timid look: "What if... it's Malfoy?"

"So what about Malfoy." Old Mrs. Burst sneered at this, "Lucius didn't even hum in front of Signus back then."

Even though the remains of Signus were slowly rotting in the backyard of Azkaban, old Mrs. Burst still couldn't forget the glory of the past.

"I see," Millicent whispered.

"Don't pretend to be so aggrieved!" Old Mrs. Burst gouged her with deep hatred, "Could it be that I still abused you?"

"Mom!" Olivia cried suddenly, "I haven't seen Hyacins for a long time."

"She won't come again." The sharp words of the old Mrs. Burst suddenly softened, and at a certain moment her tone finally revealed imperceptible sadness, "They all left us one after another."

Olivia didn't care about this problem, she unraveled the braids she had just braided, and combed them again for her own amusement.

Old Mrs. Burst sighed and closed the attic door.

"Mark my words," she warned Millicent one last time, "all of them."

Millicent nodded.

"I don't expect you to shine, just don't cause trouble for me!" Her grandmother walked away without even looking at her.

In the room, Olivia was humming Regulus' favorite song, and at the same time clipped a crumpled note as a bookmark in "The Tales of Beedle the Bard".

"The child is dead."

-June 9-

Pansy couldn't help whistling cheerfully as she hopped onto the train, then snapped back into seriousness and made her way across the crowd to her friends.

"Good morning, Pansy." Draco saw her first, "I just happen to have someone to introduce you to."

"Who is it?" Pan Xi took a look out of the window when she walked into the box, and as expected, her parents were no longer there.She curled her lips, it would be strange if there was one.

"This is Blaise, Blaise Zabini." Draco said, pointing at the boy sitting beside him, "Don't stare too hard."

"I didn't!" Pansy retorted.But she still couldn't avoid looking at Blaise twice, and then couldn't help but secretly lamented Merlin's injustice.

Blaise seemed to be used to other people's eyes, he stretched out his hand: "Hello."

Pansy had never shaken anyone's hand before. She touched his hand quickly and awkwardly: "Hello, my name is Pansy."

"Good name." Blaise smiled innocently when he saw Pansy's expression, "Isn't it? I personally think pansies are cute."

"You wouldn't think so if your idiot mother called you 'Pansy,'" Pansy murmured, and the good impression he had made of his looks faded away.

"Stingy," Draco added, stoutly.

"Really?" Pansy drawled, "Little-long-bao-bai!"

Draco almost jumped out of his seat: "Who told you that!"

"Vio."

"Very good." Draco stood up angrily, "I'm going to block her on the platform now!"

Before Pansy could stop him, he swished out of the car like a broomstick.

"The fool."

"You haven't told me your last name yet," Blaise interjected ignorantly.

If it weren't for the fact that they really met for the first time, Pansy would have thought that Blaise was here to tear things down: "Parkinson."

She has always had a hard time telling which of her first and last names was more silly.

"I remember. Pansy Parkinson." Blaise shrugged. "Playing chess?"

"I don't like playing chess."

"What about the crackling explosion card?"

"I don't play well."

"Gobstone?"

"Not interested." Pansy felt that she was being too rude, "Do you like collecting chocolate frog wizard cards?"

Blaise's smile seemed to be a little shaky.

Their conversation obviously could not find a better way out than to reach an impasse.

Fortunately, Draco came back with Violet not long after, and the atmosphere in the car suddenly became lively again.Pansy paid attention secretly, and found that Blaise always had a harmless and fake smile on his face, no matter what others were talking about, he seemed to be paying attention and listening attentively.

Too fake!

Pansy hated this kind of poser the most in his life.

"Candy?" At this moment, Violet took out a box of candy from her pocket, "Pansy? Blaise?"

Pansy grabbed a handful happily, but Blaise politely declined: "Thanks, Violet. But no, I don't like sweets very much."

Who doesn't love sweets?fraud.

Pansy rolled her eyes secretly: "That's a pity," she said sarcastically.

Blaise dug out a box of licorice wands from the remaining snacks beside him as if he didn't notice her overtones.

This made Pansy even more unhappy.

When they first met, Pansy decided that Blaise was a hypocrite, and Blaise believed that Pansy was no different from those self-righteous young ladies.

The author has something to say:

Note:

1. [Beauty potions and spells]: This has been repeatedly mentioned in "Night of Dawn", and will be explained later.

2. [Murphy's Law]: Hyacinth appeared once when she was a student at Hogwarts.

3. ["A small mistake can lead to a big mistake at any time..."]: A satire on Edmund.

4. ["That child is dead"]: Refers to Cornelia's daughter Leto, which will be discussed later.

5. The main reason Pansy doesn’t like bums is because she thinks her parents are like that

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