Pansy wiped away a traitorous tear that had trickled down her flushed cheek.
Crying over something this stupid? Her mother would have slapped her if she were here. Pansy was supposed to be the one breaking hearts after all.
Pansy's head slumped forward into her hands. A sob shuddered through her body.
A cream-colored envelope lay on the floor, where it had been hastily flung. In Pansy's left hand was a coral invitation; only the sixth through eighth lines could be read through her fingers.
Neville Longbottom
Son of Mr. and Mrs. Frank Longbottom
Request the honour of your presence