a passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?
Summary: Sylvia Plath once wrote: "I am still so naive; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please don't ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?" If she'd ever heard of her, Parvati Patil would probably say it was written with her in mind. Parvati-centric character exploration drabbles/snippets/whatevers. Rating is just a guess.
Parvati thinks she's the luckiest person in the world to be born minutes after her best friend. But for all it's wonderful parts, explaining the most difficult parts seems impossible to explain to others.
Before Hogwarts, the twins grow up totally together, inseparable, whether they like it or not. They are lumped together as "the Twins," part of a thing and not a person or two different people. For sixteen years, the closest she's been to being apart from her sister is sleeping in a different dorm and having different classes.
So Parvati always feels like she is in the shadow —not of Padma, but of being a twin. It's their shadow, the one they cast together, on her all the time. How do you find yourself and feel unique when there's someone who looks exactly like you and everyone knows? For once, she wants to be just Parvati, not one half of a whole. But she doesn't know how to do that, so she both pushes her sister away and pulls towards her all at once.
She is so much more than a giggly, flighty ditz who mindlessly admires Professor Trelawney (and sometimes it slips out unintentionally), but Merlin is that so much easier a thing to be.
don't judge a book by it's cover, ya'll.