Pansy grunted as she shifted on the couch.  She’d felt better ever since Saint-bloody-Potter had been over, and she knew better than to give the credit to the potions though they were, she had to admit, amazing.  She’d never thought of him as a particularly stellar student and yet here he was, brewing pain medication that worked better than anything she’d been able to buy.  Theo looked at her with suffocating concern and she rolled her eyes.  "I’m not going to die while you’re sitting there," she said.  "Relax."