Pansy had her own reasons it had been two years since she'd seen him. She pushed her hair off her face and shrugged, "Paris, mostly. I got a flat with my cousin. London had just become intolerable." Of course, most of that was due to the after effects of the war, and her father's death. Pansy truly had felt like she had lost everything. "You know, owls do reach Paris."
She crossed her arms over her chest, trying to keep her cool. It had been so long, and yet it felt like yesterday. "So, how long have you been here?" She pursed her lips, trying not to think too hard. "It's nice to see you too, Draco." Her already frazzled nerves were starting to wear even more thin, and her precious hold on her emotions was threatening to break.