It’s not until dessert is doled out to our end of the table that Pansy let’s out a shriek. Hermione’s fork flies through the air behind her, embedding itself into the wall at the assaulting noise. I don’t even bother acting surprised, but somehow manage to hide my pleased smirk at someone finally noticing. Makes perfect sense it’s Pansy, you can always count on her to spot a priceless jewel.