Sidewalks
Pansy wouldn't say she's the jealous type…
Well, not out loud anyway.
But she holds Nevilles hand at every opportunity, partly to keep him from wandering into the road because he's thinking about Devils Snare, or because that one he saw a particularly wilted pot of violets outside a restaurant,asked if he could rescue them and forgot entirely he was supposed to be picking up dinner…
Ok, so it's a major reason -
But the other reason is that Pansy sees everything he doesn't.
The little glances from women and men. The sparky sideways glares at her or worse the occasional hand held above a mouth to cover a whisper.
Today, its a run in with the ex on a deserted city sidewalk.
Hannah Abbott is nice. She's pretty and she's sweet-
But she has a staring problem. Her eyes can't seem to break away from the abject horror that is there clasped hands.
She even gives Neville an awkward side hug before walking off, still glancing back.
Pansy waits, counting in her head before leaning up on her toes and kissing Neville, who though surprised, leans in and returns it with vigor.