Pansy had been on her way home, when she decided a visit to the Apothecary was in order. She didn't exactly need anything specific, but mostly, she wanted to avoid going home to Marius a little bit longer. A walk through Diagon Alley usually cleared her mind a little and would put her in a better mood before making her appearance right in time for dinner. After dealing with a bunch of incompetent fools all day, Pansy felt the need for some private time with her own mind.
And so, after listlessly browsing the shelves at the shop for half an hour, she left without actually buying anything. After all, she had house elves to run her shopping for her if she really needed anything. Shops were closing up all around the street, so Pansy casually took the long route home.
Collar turned up against the January chill, she rounded the corner, slowing when she spotted a small group of four individuals standing over a fifth. Pansy frowned, hand digging into her pocket to produce her wand. The tip glowed as she gripped it tightly and quickened her pace towards the little gathering. "Bugger off." She snapped, her voice clear and calm.
She was very much aware there were four of them and she was by herself, believing she didn't have to fear much from the one lying on the ground. "Leave him alone." Apparently, she didn't have to worry about any of them. They had clearly not counted on being interrupted and fled quickly as she came closer.
She stopped about three inches from where Theo was lying on the ground, looking down on him. She hadn't seen any of her previous housemates since her return to London, but she had no trouble recognising Theodore Nott from his old days. Still a small man with a slight build, a little worse for wear now that he'd definitely been worked over. Not to mention the fact he had his trousers around his ankles and his privates exposed to the cold air. Not quite the way you would want to be found in any alley around London. "Hello, Theo." She said.
Still clutching her wand, she glanced over her shoulder. Wondering if those men would return, but she thought not. She hadn't been able to see their faces and if they had any brains, they wouldn't come back so she could recognise them later. Looking back at Theo, Pansy noticed he had slumped against a drainpipe and started to shiver. "Theo. Get up." She snapped, waiting for him to either do that, or make eye contact with her. But when he did neither, she heaved a sigh.
Bending down, she grabbed firm hold of his shoulder and pulled him to his feet. "Pull up your trousers, Theo." She spoke in a firm voice. "It's way too cold to be caught out here for indecent exposure. Get your thoughts in order so we can get you cleaned up. Go on." Pansy was not the mothering type. She was a practical woman, intent on business. Emotions got her into trouble, she'd learnt that much over the years. And she wasn't about to open up those old wounds again.