They were both so very far from all the petty rivalry that had invaded their youth; Houses so opposite yet still so very similar, both of them living a life so different but still ending at the same point. Pansy clutched her mug safely in one hand while with the other she toyed with the warm grasp of Hermione’s fingers. A lazy smile stretched across both their faces, Pansy’s mane of kinked curls dyed brown and auburn bouncing against the nape of her neck as she walked. It was a look Hermione loved, and one she had been keen to cultivate once it became clear that