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therapy / talking about trauma / post - trauma starters. feel free to change things as necessary.
would you like to talk about it?
please tell me what’s bothering you.
hey, are you okay?
i don’t have to know everything. just what you’re comfortable telling me.
i’m your friend. of course i care.
there’s nothing bad about going to therapy.
would you like to try a different approach?
i – i didn’t know that. i’m sorry.
is this helping?
i’ll try not to ask a lot of questions.
i’m always here if you need me.
shh, it’s alright. shh.
we’re safe now. you’re safe now.
it was just a nightmare.
sweetheart, you have to tell me these things.
you know i’d never judge you for that, right?
i’m worried about you.
is something going on?
everything you say will just be between you and me.
what method do you prefer?
do you need help falling asleep?
anything i could do to help?
why are you like this?
i understand.
sweetie, is there something you aren’t telling me? what’s wrong?
let’s get you cleaned up.
this is good. this is important.
you’re healing, and healing takes time.
we can do more tomorrow.
how about you get some sleep, hm?
bedtime.
it’s ok not to be ok.
tomorrow is another day.
hey, hey, hey. look at me, look at me. it’s okay.
breath in for seven seconds, exhale for eleven …
do you need some space?
remember, look for things that you can touch. ground yourself.
my father: *opens his mouth*
me, internally: oh my god shut the fuck up
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soft. / for your muse to move hair off my muses face. accepting.
The top left cabinet of her kitchen is filled with potions supplies. Tattered books snatched from the Parkinson mansion’s library sit in a neat pile; jars and vials of ingredients line the shelves; her old cauldron from sixth year settles in the middle. Though she hasn’t found a reason to touch any of it since moving in, her and Harry’s incessant sniffles and coughs have motivated her to cook up a batch of Pepperup Potion for at least a MOMENT of relief from it all.
She stands at the stove, sprinkling ingredients in as she lets the potion boil, stirs when she sees fit. Harry sits on the counter and watches, feet dangling. Her hair falls in a curtain, blocking her face from his view, but she pays it no mind until she feels his fingers carefully tuck her hair behind her ear. She peeks up at him, suppressing a smile at the gesture, a brow quirked questioningly.
❛ Your, uh — your hair’s grown, ❜ he points out. ❛ Not really used to it. ❜
❛ You’re one to talk, ❜ she teases, still smiling as she refocuses her attention to the cauldron. ❛ I’ve been tempted to braid your hair for the past week. ❜

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me, casually curled around pansy: anyway.
ship with me you cowards
my anger is not beautiful. it is cold and biting, bitter, all teeth. a wounded dog. i am desperate. thats enough to make me something close to deadly
5, 12, 18 & 20 !
CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. no longer accepting.
5. how do they dress ? what styles, colors, accessories, and other possessions do they favor ? why ?
pansy dresses very femininely — she’s almost always seen in skirts and dresses. the older she gets, the less colorful her wardrobe becomes; her mother often dressed her in bright pinks, purples, and blues when she was younger, but it’s around fifth or sixth year that she breaks the habit and takes a liking to darker colors. her jewelry tends to be minimalist : diamond studs, thin necklaces, silver bands on her fingers. ( she wears her father’s watch everyday post-war. ) she’s been taught since she was young that physical appearance is important, and it stuck with her.
12. how are they bodily expressive ? how do they use nonverbal cues such as their posture, stance, eyes, eyebrows, mouths, and hands ?
pansy is very bodily expressive. with anger comes stick-straight posture, pursed lips, hard eyes. sadness brings crossed arms, lowered gaze, any unintentional movement to make herself seem smaller. when she’s happy, she’s open — grinning, dancing eyebrows, a spring in her step. she’s the type to have full conversations with someone across the room using only facial expressions, naturally gesticulates when she speaks if she gets on the subject of something she’s passionate about or if she’s angry enough. she also plays with her hair a lot.
18. what kind of person could they become in the future ? what are some developmental paths that they could take, ( best, worst, most likely ? ) what would cause them to come to pass, and what consequences might they have ? what paths would you especially like to see, and why ?
in the future, she’s .. lonely. her father is dead, her mother is in prison, her and draco quickly outgrow each other post-war. and to add to that, she’s mostly known as the girl who tried to give over the wizarding world’s only hope to the dark lord — not many choose to associate with her. she has a bit of a breakdown that first began with the news of her father’s dead : her ability to keep her emotions bundled up crumbles, and she finds herself emotionally unbalanced, crying more than she has in years. the best case scenario is that she uses this time alone to pick herself back up and put herself back together, to learn from her mistakes and learn how to be better — kinder, more accepting, more put-together. she lives in an apartment in muggle london. the parkinson mansion was too empty for her to bear, and the thought of possibly living near her fellow hogwarts alumni made her anxiety spike up. by indirectly surrounding herself by people she’s looked down upon while she’s all alone, she finds herself becoming friends with the neighbors, regularly going to the café across the street from her building, and realizing, well, shit, maybe my parents and i were wrong this entire time. through guilt, she starts to change. about a year or two after the war, she works as an intern at the ministry of magic --- something to keep her busy, to keep her going; ends up slowly but surely climbing up and studying to become an attorney.
20. what kind of individual relationships do they have with others, and how do they behave in them ? how are they different between intimate relationships like friends, family, and lovers versus more impersonal relationships ?
when it comes to impersonal relationships, pansy’s default is mean : nothing but rude remarks until she finds a reason to treat them differently. what little relationship she has with her parents is forcibly polite, strained, with littered outbursts; pansy can only take so many back-handed compliments and passive aggressive comments of how she could do so much better. her friends are who keep her grounded — she considers draco and theo to be the most dear people in her life. with them, her walls aren’t as built up. casual affection is common : chaste kisses on foreheads and cheeks, playing with their hair, arms settling around waists and shoulders. she doesn’t push them away if they show concern, lets them stay when she just needs to sit in silence with somebody. with lovers, she’s at her most vulnerable state — it takes a lot to reach that point in a relationship with her. she trusts them wholeheartedly and is comfortable with letting her walls fall completely. she’s affectionate, both physically and verbally; she’ll want to spend every moment she can with them; and she gives and gives and gives until she ends up hurt.

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[ CUPS MY HANDS AROUND MY MOUTH ] PANSY IS THE VERY DEFINITION OF THE GIRL EVERYONE THINKS IS SLEEPING AROUND BUT ISN’T TROPE
i want to be in love and i want it to not hurt
I need a father, I need a mother, I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God but the sky is empty.
Sylvia Plath - Taken From ‘The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath’ February, 1956 (via watchoutforintellect)
things I want: love and affection things I have: trauma and touch starvation

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If either one of them were to lean over, they’d be able to touch the other side of the closet they’d been eagerly shuffled into. Nevertheless, Pansy doesn’t fret on trying to take up less space; she sits with her back resting on the back wall, legs crossed, knee touching Mindy’s thigh. Muffled bass vibrates through the walls, tipsy conversations of partygoers underlying it. The space had been emptied of coats and rain boots purely for the occasion of the game that had made its first appearance in their middle school years. A kitchen timer sits on the chair outside of the door, propping it shut.
❛ AM I SAT TOO CLOSE ? ❜ Teasing all-too-easily slips into her voice as she looks at Mindy. The sound of their names being called had earned an amused roll of the eyes from Pansy, but not much more as she playfully dragged the blonde into the closet with her. ❛ Wouldn’t want to get you too flustered. ❜