In the loveseat sat Pansy and Daphne. Luckily, they looked like they had gotten over whatever argument or whatnot that had driven them to hysteric tears the night before, though they weren't nearly as handsy as they normally were. Daphne sat erect and stared blankly into the fireplace with her hands curls tightly in her lap, while Pansy crossed one knee over the other and rested her chin on her fist on the edge of the arm, her jaw clenched.