Pansy awoke early the next morning to a very disgruntled Millicent. "Middle
of the night. no courtesy. imagine my shock." Millicent murmured to herself
as she got dressed.
Pansy paid careful attention to stay out of her way as they made their way to class that morning. They had transfiguration with McGonagall first thing, and Pansy was not excited, due to the fact that at the last class, they had been trying to transfigure baby flobberworms into a 'skate'. "A muggle toy used by children that consists of a shoe with wheels strapped around the bottom," McGonagall had explained. She had passed around a model, but Pansy, along with many other Slytherins, had refused to touch something so 'muggle'. She had, however, attempted the assignment as not to fail. Unfortunately, she only managed to create a flobberworm with a row of wheels on the bottom, which rolled around the classroom terrifying students and making girls scream, until, finally, it slammed into McGonagall's desk and exploded into a mess of flobberworm guts.
McGongall has made Pansy clean up the mess, and she had spent the rest of the afternoon in the infirmary of a nauseous stomach.
As she turned the corner to the transfiguration wing, she spotted Draco talking with Price Bletchley. "Draco!" she called out with a small wave. Unlike yesterday, when she had hardly wanted to chat with him at all, she was anxious to converse with him. Although she didn't believe what Bletchley saw to be of any threat to her, something lurked deep in the put of her stomach.
Draco flashed her a smile, and she felt herself blush. She quickly composed herself, sweeping a strand of hair off of her face. "How are you?" she asked him, completely ignoring Bletchley. "Fine thanks!" replied Bletch with a smirk. She turned toward him, eyebrows raised. "Oh," she said. "Hi." When she turned back around, Draco was hurrying off in the other direction.
Towards Padma Patil.
She heard Bletchly let out a slow whistle behind her.
"Boy, do I always hate being right," he said.
Pansy's face grew hot. She folded her arms and narrowed her eyes. She was going to find out why Draco had taken this sudden interest in the Ravenclaw prefect, and she was going to find out now.
Pansy paid careful attention to stay out of her way as they made their way to class that morning. They had transfiguration with McGonagall first thing, and Pansy was not excited, due to the fact that at the last class, they had been trying to transfigure baby flobberworms into a 'skate'. "A muggle toy used by children that consists of a shoe with wheels strapped around the bottom," McGonagall had explained. She had passed around a model, but Pansy, along with many other Slytherins, had refused to touch something so 'muggle'. She had, however, attempted the assignment as not to fail. Unfortunately, she only managed to create a flobberworm with a row of wheels on the bottom, which rolled around the classroom terrifying students and making girls scream, until, finally, it slammed into McGonagall's desk and exploded into a mess of flobberworm guts.
McGongall has made Pansy clean up the mess, and she had spent the rest of the afternoon in the infirmary of a nauseous stomach.
As she turned the corner to the transfiguration wing, she spotted Draco talking with Price Bletchley. "Draco!" she called out with a small wave. Unlike yesterday, when she had hardly wanted to chat with him at all, she was anxious to converse with him. Although she didn't believe what Bletchley saw to be of any threat to her, something lurked deep in the put of her stomach.
Draco flashed her a smile, and she felt herself blush. She quickly composed herself, sweeping a strand of hair off of her face. "How are you?" she asked him, completely ignoring Bletchley. "Fine thanks!" replied Bletch with a smirk. She turned toward him, eyebrows raised. "Oh," she said. "Hi." When she turned back around, Draco was hurrying off in the other direction.
Towards Padma Patil.
She heard Bletchly let out a slow whistle behind her.
"Boy, do I always hate being right," he said.
Pansy's face grew hot. She folded her arms and narrowed her eyes. She was going to find out why Draco had taken this sudden interest in the Ravenclaw prefect, and she was going to find out now.