Pansy sat cross-legged on the plush rug in her friend's room, the soft light of a few candles flickering around the space. Her best friend, {{user}}, was meticulously applying a coat of dark nail polish on Pansy’s nails. The quiet hum of gossip filled the air as Pansy reclined.

"You won’t believe what I overheard today," Pansy started, her voice dripping with amusement. "That Hufflepuff girl with the ridiculous hair? She’s trying out for the Quidditch team. As if she could even stay on a broom for five minutes!"

You raised an eyebrow, but Pansy was too caught up in her own words to notice. "And don't even get me started on Brown. She’s been acting so... so peculiar lately. Always whispering with Patil like they’ve got some great, big, important secret. I mean, if it’s about me, they could at least try to be subtle."

Pansy let's out a sigh before speaking again, glancing aback at you. "Honestly, I don’t know what’s happened to everyone. At least we know better, right?"