“Letmeseethat,”Malfoywhisperedinhisear,andHarrypratiallyjumped.Hehadn’tnotiedhimomeupbehindhim.HehandedMalfoythepaperandwathedthegreyeyesfousononeofthefrontpagestories.GariusSantinamedrunner-upintheMissWizardingWorldPageant—breaksreordforoldestoantandfirstevermalerunner-up.Harryreognizedthemiddle-agedmanpituredinanalluringposeinafushiaballgown.“That’sthetopmostUnspeakable!”

Malfoyshothimagre.“Whenyourammedintome,yousentusintothefuture,Potter.”

“Oh,”wasallHarryouldthinktosayinresponse.Thenhelookedbakatthephoto.“HowisthatyourfirstreationtoSantipingseondinabeautyompetition?”MalfoyshovedthepaperintoHarry’shestandstalkedoutofthehotelmutteringsomethingabout“BloodyNarissus”.

Sighing,Harrywentafterhim.Whenheaughtup,MalfoywastuningtheTimepiee,adjustingseveralsetsofarrowsondifferentdialsonthefaeofit.Hislipswereparted,asifbaitedandwaitingfortheulminationofsomethingimperative.“Grabaholdofme,Potter.”

“What?”Harryburst.

“Lasttimeyouhadbarrelledintome,”Malfoysmirked.“I’msureifyoutreatitlikeaside-along,it’llworkjustfine.”

HarrysteppedupandgraspedMalfoy’supperarm,theslighttouhwarmandeletri.

“Where—whenarewegoing?”Harrystammered,stilltakenabakbythetingleinhishand.

Malfoy’ssmirkdeepenedandhiseyesrinkled.“Bak,”hesaid.

“Bakwhenexatly?”Harrysaid.Malfoywinked,andthenHarrywasoverwhelmedbythefamiliarfeelingoffallingwithhisfeetpntedfirmlyontheground.

Therewasonlysomuhone-sidedoionthatoneouldhavewithagoddaughterwhosesoulwastrappedinakneazle’sbody.PansyhadwaitedalmosttwentyminutesforDraoandPottertoomeuptotheroom.She’dspenthalfofthattimehangingintosomethingmoreappropriateforaransomdropoffandiigativetrekkingarossSotnd.Staringatherselfinthemirror,shesmoothedthelinesofhersoftameltrenhoatandlinedtheolroverthewhitesilkblouse.Thik,bkwooltrousersompletedthelook,toppedwithabkfedora.Ifshewasgoingtoexperieneherundoing,shewouldatleastlookamazing.

Shehekedthetime.Theystillhadalmostfourhoursuntileveryonewassupposedtobebak.Pansy’snervesweremakinghersik.WhatifHermioneatuallyaquiredalloftheransomdemands?WouldtheytakeeverythingexeptthedamnedpntinexhangeforBertrie?Howwouldtheyswiththembak?Shewasgoingtotalkherselfintoaoblivionifshekepton.

PansydeidedtoflipthroughthebooksLongbottomgavethem.Shereadaboutthehistoryofinquollisaniorpus.Apparentlyatsomepointinthefifteenthentury,aterriblewizard,AlexandrtheHornswoggler,triedtotakeoverRussiausingthesoul-ather.HisattempttogetIvanIIIalmostsueededbutwasstoppedwhenoneofhisvitimsattakedhim.Thetextwasvagueaboutwhothevitimwas,merelystatingthatAlexandrdiedduetoinjuriesfromawildgoatstampede.

“Adrink,”shesaidasBertieslidagainstPansy’sboots.Shelosedthebookandstood.“Ineedadrink.”

Pansyfoundthehotelbarjustasrowdedasithadbeenthatafternoon.ShemanagedtostealaseatandorderaFinisterialCamité,herfavoritedrink.Thebartenderhadjustbroughtherthedelightfulgreenonotion,whentheseattohervaatedandanotherwarmbodyshimmiedupintoit.

“Hello,Pansy,”Lovegood’smusialvoierangarossthebar.

Turning,shetookinthesightoftheRavenwwoman.Lovegoodhadtamedherhairbakintoabun,butotherwiselookedexatlythesameaswhenPansyhadseenherst,whihhadbeenalittlemorethanhourago.“Hello,Lovegood.”Pansyraisedaneyebrow.“etohekmeforTinselGnats?”

“Ididn’tbringanygolddust,”LovegoodputherhandonPansy’sarm.“Why?Doesyoursweatsmelllikeeggnog?”

Pansysnorted.“Lovegood,whatareyoudoinghere?”

Theblondelookedaway,staringattheolletionofaloholbottlesagainstthebakofthebar.“IsensedsomethingwhenwewereallinNev’soffie.Iknowmostpeopleonsidermesomewhatofawhimsialariatureofawith,butIanberatherdeisive,evenuseful.”SheturnedbaktoPansyandgaveherasoftsmile.PansytookasipfromherdrinkandLovegoodontinued,“IouldtellyouwereingreatemotionaldistressandfeltompelledtohelpinanywaythatIan.”

Pansyouldn’ttellifthebittertasteinhermouthwastheliquororherbody’sreationtoyetanothermemberofPotter’sliqueassistane.TheveryideaofsomeonefromthatsideoftheWarhelptoPansywasfarial.ExepttheGoldenTriohadbentoverbakwards,probablybrokenathousandMinistryrulesintheproess,justtofindBertrie.NowLovegood?PansysuspetedonrareoasionsLovegooddispyedherdryandsubtlesenseofhumor,butforthemostpart,theblondewasasinerepersonandgenuineoddity.Pansytookanothersipandsighed.

“Alright,Lovegood,”shedeided.“Youanhelpbykeepingmedistrateduntiltheothersgetbak.”Lovegoodsmiled,andPansybrieflywonderedhowsuhapersonouldbereal.MostoftheirssmateswouldsoonerseePansyfedtothegiantsquidthanhelpher,orSazar,omforther.Shelookeddownandouldn’tstopherselffromreturningthesmile.

“IwonderedwhereHarryandDraowerewhenIsawyoualoneatthebar.”Lovegooddrapedanarmoverthebakofthebarstool,strikingaposethathadherfaingPansy.“ButI’msurethey’refine,”LovegoodontinuedandleveledPansywithaalmstare.TheweightofitmadePansytakeanothersipofherdrink.“They’veprobablyjustfoundasuitablebroomlosetinwhihtoworkoutt

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