He opened his mouth to tell her that of course she was but the look on her face stopped him.  She had a mirror, and she wasn't the sort to lie to herself about this. She looked exactly like you would expect a woman to look like after almost three weeks of pain that came in waves.  Hermione had said that one of the worst things about it had been the unpredictable nature of the entire ordeal. You could wake up feeling fine, stand up, and then be slapped in the face with so much pain your knees buckled and you had to hold onto the counter to keep yourself upright. You could wake up in too much pain to even get out of bed. And then you could have a day where you were fine, and you thought that you were getting better, and that made the next day seem so much worse.  Three weeks of that were written on Pansy’s face.