It was a pity that Michael couldn't just stand there and enjoy looking at Pansy like that. It certainly wasn't often he found her like that and he certainly thought it was a lovely sight. He wasn't going to get distracted though. Oh no he wasn't.
"Rehashed conversations, obviously," he drawled, eying the bottle. "But what is the potion for?" He had a feeling that it was for something that was going to give him a headache.