HP Dawn Night

"I didn't know it would be him." I said guiltily.

Pansy's expression was still not very good: "It's not your fault, Vio. I wish I had left sooner."

Draco silently built the castle with cards, as if he didn't intend to speak.

"At least you have a French pen pal now, and he still has a lot of interest in you." Blaise said suddenly, "Sounds good, doesn't it?"

"I don't know if you're still in touch with your Durmstrang lady," Pansy pointed out sharply.

Blaise responded uncharacteristically: "Obviously we never had the chance to run into each other again."

This sentence suddenly angered Pan Xi, and she stood up suddenly.

"Brace." I jumped up and made a truce gesture. "Don't say that."

"I thought I was just telling the truth." Blaise shrugged, looking like you can't help me.Pansy glared at her hard, and I figured if she wasn't out of school, she'd have pulled out her wand and cast a jinx on Blaise.

"Say a few words less." Draco interjected at this moment.

"I have to remind you that you can actually refuse him." Blaise ignored him, but continued to say to Pencey.

"Pansy." I tugged on her sleeve, but she was indifferent:

"You mean you want me to refuse in front of his mother and Vio's mother? I have to consider his mother's emotions, right? Don't forget that the host of the banquet tonight is Aunt Margaret, and I don't want to cause trouble for her. ’ she said to Blaise in a bad tone.

"Oh, that makes sense, doesn't it," Blaise replied lukewarmly.Pansy glared at him furiously.

"Brace!" Draco said emphatically, and he winked at me.

"Let's go upstairs." Before Pansy could answer, I dragged her upstairs.

The door was slammed shut, and Pan Xi was still angry: "Why is he crazy today?"

I can't answer this question either.

"Perhaps you shouldn't have mentioned his Durmstrang companion?"

Pansy was irritated again, and she yelled at me directly: "You blame me? Then why don't you blame his tone?"

"Don't yell at me." I took a step back and said, "Maybe, Blaise—"

"Don't mention that name!"

"...Maybe the person who can't even mention his name is just upset that Louis interrupted your original schedule?"

She turned around quickly, her eyebrows raised high: "You think so?"

Is there a problem?I thought about what she meant quickly in my mind, and concluded that she was not angry: "Yes."

She fell down on the bed: "I'm sorry, I yelled at you just now."

"That's nothing, maybe the timing of my words is wrong." I shrugged.

Pansy seemed very guilty about this, and this emotion seemed to have diluted her anger a lot: "You didn't say anything wrong."

"Does that mean you admit your mistake?"

"It's all Blaise's fault." Pansy stood up suddenly, and she said to me and herself solemnly, "What does it have to do with me? I didn't provoke Louis either."

I've decided not to mention Blaise's name for now.

"But he does care about you," I said.

"Oh, is it? I hope so. But I don't see where he's showing it."

"Maybe it's because the authorities are obsessed with bystanders?"

Pansy fell on the bed and hugged a pillow into his arms: "Then why didn't you say it directly? That way we can all be relieved."

"Why say it? We can all see it." I sat down on the chair, "Maybe you should give him a chance."

"Opportunity? What opportunity? Opportunities are always there, blame him for not being sure."

I have to make one point: "But you showed little enthusiasm tonight."

"That's probably because of the presence of other people." Pan Xi sighed, "I don't think he quit because of this?"

I thought about it: "Maybe not..."

"Your tone is not at all uncertain." Pansy gave me a reproachful look.I feel so innocent:

"You could have had some private time together, but you refused."

"Refused?" Pansy sat up abruptly, "What did I refuse?"

"People invited you to their house, but you didn't go." I reminded her that Louis had invited her to dinner.

"Inviting me to his house?" Pansy frowned.

I think she's either playing dumb or suffering from amnesia: "Louis invites you over and over again at dinner, so don't tell me you forgot."

"Louis? Louis!" Pansy's eyes widened. "Did you just talk about Louis?"

I looked at her inexplicably: "Yes, otherwise, who do you think?"

She narrowed her eyes and didn't answer me.

"Brace?"

"Don't mention that name! Vio!"

Until the next morning, when Pansy and Blaise met at the dinner table, there was a careful guard between them, and everyone kept silent about the events of the previous night.I watched them act, and it didn't feel good at all.

"Can you pass me the salt shaker, please."

This is a daily conversation.

"No, no, I can get it myself, don't be so polite."

This is an upgraded version.

"Thank you for your kindness, but no need, I think it's pretty good to do it myself."

This is the ultimate edition.

Whenever this kind of dialogue happens, Draco and I can't help but look at each other tacitly, and we both see the helplessness in each other's eyes that doesn't need to be concealed at all.

You must know that Pencey and Blaise have never had an argument before this.

The result of this is that the two of them never take the initiative to chat with each other. Whenever the four of us stay together, one of them will always find an excuse to leave, or they have a good chat but do not talk to each other and avoid looking at each other, or That is, the four of us are relatively silent, only Draco and I talk occasionally.

This sense of alienation existed for several days, until we packed our bags and prepared to leave the island, Pansy and Blaise were still in a state of being polite and not interfering with each other.

"Vio, can you help me pack my things?" Mom called me into her room, and I knew she had something to say to me.

I walked into her room and closed the door: "Here we come."

"How are Pansy and Blaise?" She patted the bed and motioned for me to sit next to her.

"same as usual."

"It will be fine, but you and Draco will feel more depressed during this time." Mom comforted with confidence, "In my opinion, girls always have the upper hand in this kind of thing?"

I hesitated for a moment: "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Mom replied casually, "Pansy's emotional ups and downs will definitely be serious during this period, you should take more care and pay attention when you speak."

"Is it because you ran away from home?" I asked redundantly.

Mom nodded: "Although she said it doesn't matter, but if you think about it, she will definitely feel a little bit sad."

I nodded understandingly, I had a similar feeling before - when I didn't know who my father was, I was a little envious and sad whenever I saw Uncle Lucius talking to Draco.

"I've asked the house elf to arrange the room. It is estimated that Pansy will live in our family, so I will definitely treat her better than you. Don't be jealous."

"I'm not a child!" I couldn't help retorting, "Pansy and I have long been close as a family, and she can almost be regarded as my long-lost sister."

"That's good. I know you are a sensible child, but I still have to remind you, although it seems that I am worrying too much now." Mom patted me on the shoulder, "Go and pack your luggage, we are leaving in the afternoon gone."

She put several wrapped gift boxes in the suitcase.

I stood up and walked to the door. Just as my hand touched the handle, my mother suddenly said again: "Actually, I have to confess to you." She lowered her head, her tone full of guilt.

"What's wrong?" I turned my head.

"You do have a long-lost twin sister," she said, looking up at me guiltily. "I managed to track her down a few months ago. She was adopted as a baby by a Muggle couple, and now she's in the Beauxbatons reading. If you want, I can make time for the two of you to meet each other at noon today."

I looked at her fixedly: "Are you kidding me?"

"I didn't." She tossed her hair, looking pained, "I didn't want to tell you...but if I didn't, it would be too unfair to both of you."

"Mom," I sighed, "I'm no longer a five-year-old ignorant fool, can't you make up a more reliable story?"

"I'm not kidding."

"If this is true, you probably introduced us to each other on the first day you came to the island. It's not your style to delay until now."

She still quibbles: "You didn't know who your father was until you were 11 years old!"

"...Is it comparable? I mean," I lowered my voice, "which is scarier, a snake or a slug?"

"Vio," she removed her disguise, "you're not cute at all when you grow up!"

The author has something to say:

The metaphor of the poisonous snake and the slug at the end comes from the sentence Pansy satirized in the previous article that Vio's "venomous tongue" is not as powerful as the professor-in short, you can understand it ╰(*°▽°*)╯