"War did you rough, Parks. I’m glad you made it out." Pansy clearly had no idea what to say to that, and as she was trying to gather herself, the seats around them filled up. Harry and Ginny curled up together on a loveseat. Lee sat in one armchair, with Fred on the floor, leaning between his legs. Angelina sat in the second armchair, with George perched on the wide armrest, his hand playing with her locs. Neville and Cho sat on low stools by the coffee table and pulled out a deck of exploding snap, which drew in Padma. Parvati stayed over by the bookcase, flirting her hardest with Justin, who was oblivious. Colin sat next to Hermione, happy to people watch. 