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Third Person Omnicient
Potions Class
Pansy yawned as Professor Snape drawled on about gillyweed and glared at Harry Potter, undoubtedly about the second task of the Triwizard Tournament in fourth year where Snape accused Harry of stealing some to breathe underwater. Pansy's favorite subject, naturally, was potions, but that didn't mean that the class was any less boring than the others. The only reason she liked it was because Snape favored the Slytherins to no end, and Draco Malfoy was forced into her presence for at least an hour. Pansy could hear Millicent's instructions constantly replaying in her head.
'Make sure he sees the drawings again,' she had said. 'He has to get another glimpse of them, otherwise, phase one won't work.' Pansy nodded to herself, and opened the cover of her book, revealing the large serpent and daggers once more. She left it open for a while, and when Malfoy finally looked at them, she slowly closed the book, looked at him, and did what she rehearsed with Millicent for hours. She waited for him to say something.
"What was that?" asked Malfoy, trying not to sound to interested. Pansy grinned and shrugged.
"Oh, just a hobby, I guess. Why?" Her plan was working. She saw a look of minor interest and curiosity come over Malfoy's face.
"I saw my name in there, what are you playing at?" Pansy thought about this, as a wave of defeat and panic came over her. She knew this was coming, but the tone in Malfoy's voice seemed slightly defensive, and no where near joking , as she had planned for.
"Nothing, you just popped into my head when I was drawing, that's all," muttered Pansy. 'Damn,' she cursed herself under her breath. If she wanted Malfoy to see her, she had to stop playing childish games. She needed to be more straightforward, not use her art and pray that he would notice. She didn't know what to do. She wasn't clever like Millicent was, and even so, this was the best Millicent could come up with. Pansy sighed. Every so often she could see Malfoy looking at her out of the corner of his eye, and she didn't like that. Every time he did, she felt childish and stupid. She wanted nothing more than to retreat to her dorm and formulate a plan, anything to get Draco Malfoy to see her for who she was, and not just a silly girl who draws on the insides of her potion book.