Pansy rounded on her. "When we go to the Yule Ball. Can you... watch him, maybe? See how he acts with me, with other girls? If there’s even the slightest hope he feels anything for me, then I need to act. Because Parkinsons get what they want. But if I’m wasting my time on him then you need to need to let me know, so I can move on. Because Parkinsons don’t pine."