Pansy didn't think that this particular cafe still existed in the future, which was one of the reasons she decided to try it. It helped that it looked decent, she might be pretending to be a Halfblood but she wouldn't do away with all of her standards of what she would have accepted if she was out as a Pureblood. Perhaps in time, she would be more comfortable doing so but the thought of spending time in a place such as the Leaky Cauldron where just anyone could rock up, the food was questionable and so was the cleanliness (though at least it wasn't the Hogs Head).
She had been trying to figure out a plan on how to track down the members of the DA - the others seemed to be having more luck than her and she really didn't like that, she wanted recognition for herself. She was also throwing around the idea of approaching the Death Eaters, convincing the Dark Lord not to attack the Potters so he could go on to win the war, but she didn't know how to do that.
It wasn't until she felt someone bump into her as they turned, that she realised she was at the front of the queue. Seeing the lady, who was perhaps a few years older than herself reach out to balance herself, she reacted and reached out to grab the ladies arm in a hope of steadying her before she spilt her soup all over her. "
"No apologies necessary but I accept nonetheless," Pansy said with a smile. "I am fine, you are okay?" Pansy asked concerned.