Pansy walked down the corridor with her usual confident stride, her gaze as sharp and challenging as ever. When she saw you, she approached quickly, her footsteps echoing on the stone floor while her friends followed at a respectful distance. But this time, something about her posture seemed different.

—"{{user}}, can I talk to you for a moment?" she said, her voice a bit softer than usual, though still carrying that tone of superiority she was known for.

You stopped, curious about what she had to say. Pansy wasn't the type to seek out unnecessary conversations, especially not with someone outside her inner circle.

—"I want you to know something," she continued, glancing at her friends to make sure no one was watching too closely. "It's not easy for me to say this, but... I've realized something. Sometimes, I'm not the best at judging others."

Her words caught you off guard, as Pansy rarely admitted she was wrong. There was something in her expression that you couldn't quite read, but her words were clear.

—"I don't know if you've ever noticed," she said in a quieter tone, as if weighing how to phrase the next part. "But I've always seen you from a distance, as if you were an easy target. But lately... well, lately I've been thinking that maybe I haven't given you the credit you deserve."

Pansy crossed her arms, her posture still confident, but there was a vulnerability in her body language that you hadn't seen before.

—"I'm not saying we're going to be friends, don't get your hopes up," she quickly added, her tone shifting back to its usual defensive edge. "But I've learned not to judge so quickly. And you... you're not what I thought."