Pansy had highly enjoyed the concert from the front row (she'd paid far too much money to get the seats). She'd been a fan of the band for years and even had a poster hanging in her closet, though she'd never admit that to anyone. She almost wished she'd had someone else to bring with her, especially seeing as her ex was here with that cheeky ginger she didn't like on principle. Things were far less awkward when one wasn't alone.
She'd waited for the rest of the crowd to disperse before she'd slipped out behind the building to light a cigarette. Leaning back against the brick wall, she crossed one arm across her body and propped a foot against the wall. She inhaled and then let out a long breath of smoke--it was a nasty habit she'd picked up in the Muggle realm where she'd been doing research for expanding her stock of potions ingredients. She'd been at a pub one night when a rather attractive bloke had offered her one. She'd been doing it ever since.
She was nearly done with it now and the crowds were nearly nonexistent at this point. When she was done, she'd Disapparate back to her flat, back to her cat.