pansy parkinson.
now this one she recognized, how could she forget the stricken face of cho chang when the triwizard tournament ended and her boyfriend came up dead. that had been a terrifying moment for many, but pansy didn’t want to think about it. “it is new years, and i think the owner invited every patron who ever ordered a drink here.” she said over the noise.
she saw the look that passed across pansy’s features, the look they saw far too often. somewhere between oh you poor dear and an attempt not to remember all the events that came to pass after she came to be that poor dear. ❝ oh aye, i got that invite . just never planned to come here — hogmany or no ❞















