It was supposed to be a fine day, but Merlin had other plans.

That's what Pansy thought as she was now busy hiding behind a bookshelf and acting as if she was interested in the books in front of her.

The Magique Behind the Loo was really interesting for Pansy.

She eyed a tall wizard from afar, and when she was sure he was gone, Pansy immediately went out of her hiding.

If she could get through this day without bumping into that man, it would be splendid.


And it was really splendid cause she almost bumped into him at the Leaky Cauldron, again. She was supposed to be on a diet, and now it's being ruined because she ordered a Shepherd's Pie with Butterbeer to hide in a booth.

The man was now at the counter, and Pansy could not help but pray to the gods that he would finish his drink and go away.

Preferably forever!

As soon as Pansy finished her impromptu meal, the man was already gone. She immediately paid and left the greasy pub. Hopefully, her day will go on more smoothly.


For fuck's sake.

It was all going too well. Pansy had her nails polished and manicured with no problems. She went through her groceries hassle-free; she even had time for a spa! Pansy was so relaxed, and she thought it would continue.

But no.

She was walking around, heading to the tea shop where she and Daphne would meet, but as luck would have it,she bumped into him.

What did she do?

Pansy Parkinson's instincts told her to run, and she did. Where did she run to? Only in the most fragrant and immaculate place in Diagon Alley!

Magical Menagerie.

To make matters worse, the man started talking to someone, and it looked like they were gonna be there for quite some time.

All the noises and smells were starting to get on her nerves, and she was thinking of just running away and telling Daphne she suddenly felt sick and had to head home immediately.

"What are you doing here?" someone whispered behind her back, and Pansy had to use every inch of self-control that she had not to scream.

"Morgana's tits! Daphne!" Pansy whispered aggressively and pinched Daphne's arms.

"Hey!" Daphne exclaimed as she rubbed her arms.

"You almost scared me to death!" Pansy said, clutching her chest. Her heart was beating wildly inside.

"What are you even doing here?" Daphne asked with her hands on her hips.

"Hiding."

"From who?"

"Him."

"Him?"

"Him." Pansy discreetly pointed at the man's direction, and Daphne's eyes followed. Her brows furrowed as she recognized the person.

"You're hiding from Oliver Wood?" Daphne clarified, and Pansy shook her head. Daphne's eyes widened when she realized who she was referring to.

"Why the hell are you hiding from Ron Weasley?" she asked again, and Pansy, for the most part, looked like she wanted to disappear from her spot.

"I kinda ghosted him," she whispered. It must've been such a core shocking news that Daphne couldn't help but speak loud enough.

"You were talking to Ron Weasley?!"

Someone kill me right now.

At that point, Ron must've picked up his name and turned around to see both Daphne and Pansy. He awkwardly waved at them and excused himself from Oliver. Ron seemed to hesitate for a minute before walking away.

Thank Morgana.

Pansy couldn't help but sigh in relief as Ron went away. She looked around and saw Daphne's inquisitive eyes already telling her that they'd have some lengthy talk afterward.

She was about to go when the shopkeeper approached them.

"What would you be buying, Miss?"

That day, Pansy went home exhausted, with a bruised ego and a brand new owl.