boneyard
pansy parkinson/fred weasley
ghost au written for @slytherdornet and @hprarepairnetâs on the job challenge
2,409 words
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Pansy Parkinson was the type of girl to end her love letters in xâs and oâs.
Except her xâs were bones and her oâs were skulls and her love letters were always more like death threats taped to her loverâs locker.
She wore black lipstick and choker necklaces and was the kind of crafty, never-present student all the teachers despised, yet she managed to be top of the class ever single fucking time and it drove everyone mad.
She smelled of peppermint and looked like Persephoneâs softest daydream. Her kisses were sweet and her punches were like cotton candy.
Pansy was possessive. Like the moon in the sky, desiring every eye to fall upon her precious being.
And when she wanted something, she would stop at nothing to ensure she was queen of it. All the boys were afraid of her and all the girls idolized her.
With her perfectly manicured midnight-colored nails and her ironed pleated mini skirt, she practically owned the school.
Yeah.
That is, until she works her way through an entire bag of exceptionally well-charmed licorice meant to bring tangibility back to the dead.
In her state, thoughâher very alive stateâshe transforms into a ghost.
 A fucking ghost.
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