Now that she was older, Pansy had spent many long and lonely nights thinking about her youthful romance with Captain Longbottom. Everything she had read of him in the Daily Prophet, the scraps of information she had sought out and hoarded, showed that his earlier confidence had been justified. He had achieved all the success and accomplishment he deserved, and Pansy felt a little pang of bitterness that she had allowed herself to be swayed from his side. While she did not quite blame Lady Lestrange, Pansy believed she would never advise a young person so, if love were at stake. 