Pansy glared at herself in the mirror, disgusted at her tears. "Just look at you," she snarled.
Green eyes flashed in the mirror. "Like looks matter when You-Know-Who is coming!"
A gasp, "I'm going to die."
"Get a grip! He is coming, but he is going to win. Whose side do you want to be on?"
"The winner's; always the winner's – no matter what it takes."
"Then you take the mark and play your part. Imagine the things you can do with the power that he gives."
"I do."
"Then stop crying, and get back to class."
And Pansy did.