Pansy smiled graciously. As she sat, she kept her eyes fixed forward and that made her gaze wander down Narcissa’s body. Her curves, far more womanly than hers or any of her friends, certainly were pleasant to look at even if they belonged to her boyfriend’s mother.
Returning her gaze to Narcissa’s face, she said, “People don’t know what to think. Crabbe is actually the one, I think, that started the rumor about Potter. I overheard him saying something to Goyle about his father telling him to spread that around. I’m not sure if they think it’s true or it’s just…to cause trouble,” Pansy said.
Like any good Pureblood witch, she was an excellent snoop. Draco had embraced the annoying habit of adult Pureblood wizards of keeping her in the dark to “protect” her or other such nonsense. Pansy had decided if she wanted to know what was going on, she needed to find out for herself.
“Exactly,” Pansy agreed. “We who are on the proper side have kept to ourselves since Dumbledore died. It’s been an…unpopular time to speak the truth, I guess you might say.”
“How are you, Misses Malfoy?” Pansy asked conversationally, trying to draw out her time with the woman she looked up to instead of spending time with her son.