There were too many possible scenarios playing out in her mind—Pansy shook her head and went over the plan again. It was not a perfect one—but she and Hermione had put it together as well as they could within the limitation set around them. Neither had written it down, for it would be a catastrophic mistake if it should be found by anyone else—they’d spent many a walk outside going over it in as much detail as they could until each had it memorized to the letter. A plan so tenuous—like a withered leaf floating in a pond—any series of even the smallest ripples could send it so far out of its original trajectory, rendering it useless.