Pansy wanted to be anywhere but here. It was tedious, and the lack of information and freedom was infuriating at the best of times. Since she'd moved back into the dorm she'd tried to keep a rather low profile. Even though she didn't owe anyone an explanation, she still didn't really want to have to justify her decision. What had gone on between her and Draco was no one else's business.
The thing that she felt she lacked at the moment was someone to talk to. And, while she wasn't about to let her guard down, she could act as though she were.
Wandering into the Common Room, she came to a stop in front of Millicent, perching delicately on the edge of a table. "Millie," she greeted, incling her head slightly. "How are you?"