Double-checking the accessory box, she located a small white velvet pouch containing a thin gold necklace. A small golden disc hung from the charm, a constellation stamped in microdots into the soft metal. While she didn’t  know  off the top of her head what the constellation Draco was named after looked like, she could make a fair assumption that it looked like the image in the tiny disc in her hand. Because that is exactly what Pansy Parkinson would do.