Slytherin Altruism

“I’m sure he’ll be here soon,” the waitress said.

Suddenly someone slid into the booth across from her. “She,” the woman corrected, setting down her purse and smoothing her skirt. “Sorry I’m late, babe. You know how it is down at the Prophet.”

Hermione’s mouth fell open as she stared dumbly at one Pansy Parkinson. Pansy sent her a look that said, “just go with it” and took Gryffindor’s hand in her own. Hermione shut her mouth.