gmoreappropriateforaransomdropoffandiigativetrekkingarosssotnd.staringatherselfinthemirror,shesmoothedthelinesofhersoftameltrenhoatandlinedtheolroverthewhitesilkblouse.thik,bkwooltrousersompletedthelook,toppedwithabkfedora.ifshewasgoingtoexperieneherundoing,shewouldatleastlookamazing.

“idid

turning,shetookinthesightoftheravenwwoman.lovegoodhadtamedherhairbakintoabun,butotherwiselookedexatlythesameaswhenpansyhadseenherst,whihhadbeenalittlemorethanhourago.“hello,lovegood.”pansyraisedaneyebrow.“etohekmefortinselgnats?”

pansydeidedtoflipthroughthebookslongbottomgavethem.shereadaboutthehistoryofinquollisaniorpus.apparentlyatsomepointinthefifteenthentury,aterriblewizard,alexandrthehornswoggler,triedtotakeoverrussiausingthesoul-ather.hisattempttogetivaniiialmostsueededbutwasstoppedwhenoneofhisvitimsattakedhim.thetextwasvagueaboutwhothevitimwas,merelystatingthatalexandrdiedduetoinjuriesfromawildgoatstampede.

“hello,pansy,”lovegood’smusialvoierangarossthebar.

pansyfoundthehotelbarjustasrowdedasithadbeenthatafternoon.shemanagedtosteseatandorderafinisterialcamité,herfavoritedrink.thebartenderhadjustbroughtherthedelightfulgreenonotion,whentheseattohervaatedandanotherwarmbodyshimmiedupintoit.

“adrink,”shesaidasbertieslidagainstpansy’sboots.shelosedthebookandstood.“ineedadrink.”

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shehekedthetime.theystillhadalmostfourhoursuntileveryonewassupposedtobebak.pansy’snervesweremakinghersik.whatifhermioneatuallyaquiredalloftheransomdemands?wouldtheytakeeverythingexeptthedamnedpntinexhangeforbertrie?howwouldtheyswiththembak?shewasgoingtotalkherselfintoaoblivionifshekepton.