Anthony never wasted time in getting over to Pansy's private room. Usually the reward awaiting him was lots of good sex, but in this case, it was something that piqued his curiosity. He was a smart bloke, at least when it came to everything that wasn't common sense, and he knew something was up. They had never really talked about their loyalties, because really, there had never been reason to. She knew where he stood, and as for her? Anthony up until recently had just believed that he was a good shag and managed to fall somewhere outside of the box, regarding any political affiliations. He was still a servant, even if he was a half-blood. He was still a servant even though he'd chosen to be one, and not a student.
But he doubted she knew his story, and had never thought she wanted to. What they had...was something, to be sure, but he'd never dwelled on it. Frankly, he assumed it was just sex...with something confusing on the side. Why analyze something he didn't expect to last?
He didn't bother knocking, not this time. Entering her room, his face was more somber and lacked the usual cheeky grin he wore whenever visiting her. This was something more serious. When it came to business, Anthony always had a sharp mind.
"I suppose we have a lot to talk about, don't we?"