Pansy knew exactly who had just walked out the door, but she showed know visible signs of knowing who it was, or rather, that she was affected at all by his presence. All his presence served to do was talk her into another cigarette before following through with her plan to go home.
She placed the cigarette between her lips and pulled her wand from her knee-high boot to light it. She inhaled again and dipped her chin in a single nod, her hair falling over her shoulder, as she offered a cool smile. "Hullo," she replied and then let her gazed fall away from him, focusing back on her cigarette and the tendrils of smoke floating away from her.