Pansy nodded at the portrait but rolled her eyes at Kreacher's look once he'd turned his back. Honestly, Muggle clothes weren't that uncommon on witches nowadays and she hadn't wanted to stick out like a sore thumb in an area she didn't know well.
She frowned when he suddenly left her, entering the room curiously and smiling faintly at Regulus. Suddenly she wasn't sure that she was doing the right thing; if she confided something in Regulus then could she trust him to keep it to himself? It wasn't like she had much of a choice... She had nobody else to talk about this.
"It's not a problem. How are you?" she asked. "Thank you for agreeing to meet me so soon. I've just... It's been hard to make everything make sense in my head and I thought you might be able to help with that.
"Rather," she agreed, not knowing whether she was to sit or stand. She tried not to look too out of place. "I- I have questions about Friday, I suppose. About magic, really... It's hard to know where to begin or how to explain it," she said, sighing heavily as she tried to think of what she wanted to say. "How addictive is Dark Magic?"