Pansy was just nodding off to sleep following a ridiculously busy shift at St Mungos, when she heard the distinctive sound of someone arriving by floo. There wasn’t any need for formalities with any of the guests that it could be coming through, thanks to her restrictive wards, so she headed down in just her oversized tee she’d thrown on before getting in bed. She was taken aback when she found a sobbing Hermione, covered with a light dusting of soot, holding on desperately to the mantle of her fireplace. Pansy ran and wrapped her arms around her, both of them falling to the floor in a heap. 