It was the last day of the Yule Ball, and even now there was a flurry of activity throughout the Tower as servants packed away their masters’ belongings in preparation for their journeys home. Hermione, of course, had had hers and Pansy’s trunks packed since yesterday. Unfortunately, that meant there was nothing to distract her from Pansy’s uninterrupted flow of speech on all things Blaise Zabini. Not even the garden walk, which Hermione had brought up in the hopes that it would stem Pansy’s talkativeness, was deterring her.