XV. Dreamily
Pansy was staring dreamily at the wall again. She had been doing this rather a lot recently; personally Daphne thought she had gone completely round the bend.
"Pansy, is there something wrong?" Daphne asked after Pansy had been looking at the wall for five minutes straight, a strange smile on her face.
"No," Pansy replied. "I'm just thinking."
"About what?"
"Professor Lockhart."
That was the point at which Daphne decided to leave the room. She was not going to listen to another rant about how wonderful Gilderoy Lockhart was when the man was quite frankly an idiot. It was even worse than Pansy's Draco obsession... well, almost.
