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Pansy Parkinson - doing it right this time -

I was always interested in Pansy Parkinson, she was different. She seemed more like a lonely and misunderstood girl rather than a villainous one. Once I died because of my chronic illness I thought about pansy and how fortunate she was even as a villain. Then the next time I wake up I am in the body of a young child, a young child named Pansy Parkinson. Disclaimer! I saw people getting confused because of the synopsis, this is a story where the mc (girl) got reborn into Pansy Parkinson (Girl) also there are a lot of chapters ahead on my pa-tre-on be sure to support me of you can the link is in the first chapter :)

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Chapter Thirty six

Griphook behind me grumbled angrily as he held on to the letter, in the corner of my eye I saw him smirk and open the letter. I tried hard to not laugh when I saw his expression, there was nothing written on it. At least that was how it looked on the outside.

I put a charm on it that only after I left the bank he would be able to view it. "I would hold on well to that letter, it is something your kind would love to know about," I said arrogantly. If I had to be mean so be it.

"Your kind is too arrogant," Griphook snapped angrily at me. "Maybe but I did not come here to give you that and speak about history," I said referring to the hate caused by the war. "then what is this, there is nothing written on it!" Griphook grumbled.

I closed the vault and faced him pulling my hood down. "Not yet," I said mysteriously "But one thing I would recommend is to not get on my bad side today, Griphook," I continued slyly. Griphook looked at me like I was the village idiot but I ignored it and stepped in the cart. "are you going to gawk at my appearance or shall we leave," I said arrogantly pulling my hood back up.

Griphook looked as if he had steam coming out of his ears and he was filled with anger. He looked so red I thought he might explode I smirked and signed as we reached the top again. "I would suggest that you read that letter once more when I leave the shop," I said leaving the goblin stumping his foot in anger. I had called the place where all goblins work a shop, their holy grail compared to a mere shop. I was surprised he did not lunch at me directly.

"Ah I see you made it let's leave shall we," Grandmother said pulling my arm as we left the building I could Griphook whisper toward the head goblin on the desk. I saw them open the letter once I left and the door was still open. It was worth seeing their pale faces when they read the three keywords that would haunt them still.

Hinkle

Is

Alive

Hiiiiiiii

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