Pansy's hood fell back as she knelt to shove candy back in the basket, a scowl marring her face. "Obviously not," she agreed, standing back up and adjusting her dress. She finally looked at the person who had knocked into her and her expression softened. She didn't really know who he was or recall his name, but she knew his face from the papers. He was one of the ones taken by that group. That awful group that had Pansy terrified, despite all her bravada.
"It's fine," she said quickly, waving a hand. She couldn't help that her eyes were roaming his face, looking for... something. Some sort of damage, maybe. She pulled her gaze away and was about to head off in the opposite direction, away from clumsy people, but there was a long crack in the handle where the basket had fallen. "Oh, damn," she said, frowning, reaching into her cloak pocket for her wand.