A true lady devoted to her boyfriend, Pansy had watched the Quidditch tryouts with appropriate candor, and of course, not dirtying her own hands to play herself. For ladies, flying was a recreation, not a sport, and those that treated it as such were erring too much on the masculine side of life.
After tryouts she retired to the common room, with no intention of watching any other team perform; rather, she decided to seek out Draco, and was in luck -- he was, today, an easy find, and she sat down next to him on the couch in the Common Room. "Hello Draco," she said with a smile. "I hope I'm not disturbing you."