Three days passed, and Pansy still hadn’t woken up. Hermione and Cho made sure her wound was cleaned and that she wasn’t cold. In fact, everybody living in the castle – which wasn’t all that much considering its size – had come to visit Pansy or at least have a look at her, making her a sort-of celebrity in their circles. Neville brought her different types of flowers – some to help her heal, others to put on the night table so she could enjoy in case she woke up, George and Lee Jordan would throw their smelly bombs by the entrance to the infirmary, hoping that either the smell or the sound would wake Pansy up no matter how much Hermione yelled at them not to do that, Professor McGonagall would come to check on her every morning, and Justin Finch-Fletchley would read her the morning news as if it was his new life purpose.