Pansy herself was in firm denial that they were truly broken up; perhaps now she pursued their relationship with more vivacity than he pursued her, but she was unwilling to let him go. Gently she placed her hand over his, inviting him to wrap his fingers around hers but not forcing it -- she would likely do it later if he did not instigate the motion himself.
Still, she flinched at his new coldness towards her; hadn't she always been enough? At least before he was awkward, now he was cold, as if she were a mere friend -- or sometimes, it felt even less so. But she made an effort of a renewed smile -- "Yes, darling, I did! What did you think of the caliber of this year?" She leaned over to look at his notes, studying it briefly.