Pansy stared at the smoke that flew out of Alecto's arm, watching as it curled around her forearm, seeking the blood that was seeping out of the cut. She almost flinched when the smoke touched her arm but it didn't hurt, and it vanished as soon as it touched the blood.
Handing the dagger back to Alecto, Pansy returned the other woman's gaze. Alecto looked rather pleased; she was even smirking, which Pansy remembered from her Hogwarts days as a mark of satisfaction. "Thank you." She didn't ask what Alecto meant about practicing, figuring she'd find out soon enough, and watched as the older witch left the room.
Shaking her sleeve back down over forearm, Pansy prepared to leave herself. She'd say a quick goodbye to Nott before Apparating home, and then go clean up and bandage the cut. She had a feeling she shouldn't use magic to heal it, but instead let it heal the old-fashioned way.
This had been much easier than she'd expected, but Pansy knew that this was only the beginning, after all.