She spread out the labels she had won back on the floor, still panting, but in a better mood again. Hermione lay beside her, sprawling, eyes closed, her hair falling around her like a frizzy halo.
She searched them, looking for a name she just vaguely remembered, just hoping that she would recognize it if she read it.
Smilodon fatalis, panthera leo leo, hippopotamus minor, ...
After she had sifted through them all at least twice, she turned to Hermione.
"Tell me the name again?"
Hermione didn't open her eyes, but she smiled and repeated: "Thylacoleo carnifex."
Pansy frowned. She was very, very sure that had not been in the pile- and then it dawned on her.
With a muttered "you b*tch!" she was on her feet and slipping back into the room to inspect the models.
It really didn't take her that long to find it, either, which made the whole thing even more frustrating.
The animal in question was a small, four legged creature with scruffy plastic fur, it had an odd build for a cat, yet looked too feline to be anything else she was familiar with. Had her tormenter been anyone other than Hermione, she would have asked what it actually was. But she was too proud for that.
Instead, she examined the thing further, especially it's so-called 'fearsome jaws', which, in this size, would make you worry about losing your fingers rather than your life.
She pried the surprisingly pliable jaws open and pulled out the expected note with her nails.
She knew Hermione didn't like to magically animate her models, but she was firm in her belief that one could never be too careful when being bitten was an option.
Other than a few indents where artifical teeth had been pressing against it, this note was clean and thankfully didn't disgust her as much as the previous one.
Well done, dear, only one note remaining!
Task 5: Sorry, I couldn't really come up with another creative hiding place, so this one is for entertainment purposes only.
Your panties have been strapped to the chandelier in our room. :)
She stared at the note. Didn't the mean she could just spell them down easily? Where was the task in that?
She got her answer when Hermione entered the room after her, halting at the door with a challenging grin. In her fingers she was twisting Pansy's wand.
That sodding liar! 'for entertainment purposes only'! She show her 'entertainment purposes only'!
Pansy didn't even make an effort to try and get back her wand as she strode past her girlfriend and down the corridor. It was wasted time.
She bounded down the stairs and threw open the door to the kitchen, deciding she did not give a damn about her disheveled hair and clothes.
"You have a ladder, Harry, yes?"
Harry turned to look at her from where he was sitting at the kitchen table and clearly had trouble keeping his amusement to himself. Luna wore a similar expression, but her's held more surprise than mocking joy.
He stood and went to lead her to the storage room.
"I do, I do."
Harry turned around in the corridor, and she thought all these years with Hermione had certainly had an impact.
"Do I want to know?"
"Hermione tied my panties to the chandelier in our room."
He stared at her, blinked once, twice. And then he burst into laughter.