Truth was, Pansy had spent five minutes casting freshening charms on the neat skirt she’d worn for the occasion in a vain bid to get rid of the lingering scent of patchouli and incense. Her flatmates took their role as eccentric teachers very seriously and it was only the bottom line on the rent cheque that kept her from murdering them in their sleep. Strangling them with their own dream-catchers.
Merlin how had she ended up rooming with Trelawney-wannabes? Oh, right. Potter.
Picking her way carefully through the puddles slicked with salazar-knew-what, Pansy walked across the cobbles in heels which were needle thin and lethal. Just the way she liked them; high enough to cause damage if she needed them and there were so many times she wished she could or reach for her wand. Jutting her chin up, that unfortunate nose which had haunted her throughout childhood in the air, the brunette made sure she radiated confidence and pushed open the door to the crowded bar. Dark eyes scanned the room, dismissing those she knew weren’t worthy of her time and ignoring a few pointed stares of witches who were old enough to be taken into a back room somewhere and obliviated till they rotted.
Making her way towards the bar, Pansy spotted Draco and tellingly smiled at the sight of her blonde friend. Dashing as always and a welcome relief in the air of stagnant fish and chips, beer and cheaper conversations. “Darling,” arm sliding around his waist as she reached up and pressed a kiss to his cheek in greeting. “Its so wonderful to see you.”