Pansy really didn't know what to do with herself. After she had arrived and Draco had explained things to her, she'd been taken to the vaults. It seemed like most of the town was there, which was understandable considering the state of the rest of the village. None of the homes that Pansy had passed on her way there looked livable. However, being in a crowded space wasn't ideal for trying to sort out your thoughts, even if catching up with her friends had been wonderful. For that reason, Pansy often took walks around the village.
The lake was one of her favourite places to visit. It didn't seem like it had been affected as much by the destruction that was so blatant everywhere else. Pansy felt a little guilty escaping here all the time, though, especially since she couldn't even remember the horrors that would probably never completely leave the others' minds. That evening, it looked as though others had decided to gather at the lake too. Approaching the group, Pansy saw that some saintly person had been assembling various sorts of alcohol. The sight was like an oasis in the desert. "What are we celebrating?" she asked the person who happened to be closest to her.