The Couch

"Honor. Funny how that becomes relative after a certain point in your life. You can only be pushed so far before something snaps, you know." She pulled out her wand, looking at it absentmindedly. She pointedly ignored his comment about her 'dear husband'. She was not looking forward to leaving to find him tonight, but it had to be done. "Speaking of my husband, I should go now. I've got to find him soon, you know." She walked away from him, but paused, curious. How difficult would a non-verbal spell be? She'd never exactly attempted a difficult spell non-verbally before. A non-verbal crucio... well, now that would be badass. She chewed on her lip a moment, staring at the back of his head over the back of the couch. It was worth a shot. Pansy concentrated and flicked her wand toward him, hoping.