Who Pansy and Draco
Where Hogsmeade, then... around
When Evening
Rating PG, maybe?

Pansy closed her journal and breathed a small sigh, closing her eyes slightly. She'd sat down in the Three Broomsticks... or what she remembered to be the Three Broomsticks. She hadn't really looked at the name. It was still just as nice, anyhow. She hadn't ordered anything, but the woman said that she could stay, since it was getting slightly chilly outside. She received a slight glance from the patron who walked in, but Pansy wasn't concerned with him. She was waiting for a very specific person.

She only hoped that her husband hadn't come through the veil as well, as she'd been told she did. The bartender seemed to know a good deal about what had happened, but he didn't seem to want to discuss it much, so she didn't push it. She sat back in her chair and opened her eyes, glancing around, hoping that Draco would show up soon. The sunset was nice, but it had lowered to the height of the windows, casting a bright, orange glow into the pub, obstructing her vision to the outside.