In the comfort of the shack (( Open ))

[Pansy Parkinson]

Pansy was sitting on a dusty and rotten chair, Half of the shack was covered in dust. She sneezed and look around. She saw a bed that had the feathers of the pillows on the floor, the springs stuck out of the old mattress. She rolled her eyes, standing the walk over to a closet with a mirror at the front. The closet was in perfect condition, like some one had put it there. She sighed, she figured it would get broken sooner or later. She pick up the chair and swung it at the mirror, a loud smash was heard as the bits of glass scatted along the floor. A smile was brought to her face as she throw the chair down the stairs. She sat on the broken bed and sighed.

[Draco Malfoy]

Draco slipped under the Womping Willow's secret passage, walking into the dark tunnel. "Lumos Maximus," he mumbled, giving his wand a gentle flick. The end of his wand burst out with light. He was on his way to the Shrieking Shack for some time to himself. A seventh year had shown him this passage in his third year, and he had been coming here ever since. As he neared, he neared, he heard a crash and froze. "Nox," he mumbled and the light went out.

As he neared in the shadows, he saw it was only Pansy. "Bloody hell Pansy!" he exclaimed as he entered. "One. What the hell are you doing here, and two, who are you trying to kill?"

[Pansy Parkinson]

Pansy turned quickly, so quickly she heard her neck crack. She rubbed her neck. She look at the glass on the floor. It had never accord to Pansy that you would ever be alone for even 2 minutes. She knew the chair was down stairs some where but she couldn't be bothered to get it. She look at Draco. Pansy rolled her eyes. "I came her because i was bored out of my head." Hogwarts could be boring if there wasn't any thing to do. "And i was trying to kill a rat that happened to cross my path..." She said in a sarcastic way. She breathed out and look around the dusty a dirty shack, this didn't bother her.

[Draco Malfoy]

"You too, eh?" Draco replied, running a hand through his white blonde hair. His grey eyes traced the floor, seeing the glass. "The rat was in the mirror?" He avoided the glass and looked down the chair. "Though I may be obviously misled," he started. "I never saw you as a killer, Pans." He looked at his ex, pondering for a moment. She was very pretty, her brown hair falling down her back, side bangs sweeping in front of her eyes and she was thin. She was the perfect pureblood. For a moment, he forgot why he had severed ties between them.

[Pansy Parkinson]

Pansy nodded and flick her brown hair to one side, it was a habit she had got before there 6th year had started. "No, the rat was not in the mirror. There was no rat here" Pansy sarcasm normally confused and hurt people in some cases. Pansy had told the girls she was going to bully some gryffindor 1st years, but she had only said that to get away from them. "People miss judge me" She look at the bed she was sitting on. She quickly stood "This bed must be filthy..." She said, she whip the dust of her school skirt. She walk alongside the wall and leaned on it. What really was the point every thing in there was filthy.