what kind of sad little bint spends spends hundreds of galleons on a dress just to stand around simpering and talking about the season’s shoes, and quidditch tickets?”Hermione eyed Pansy worriedly. The girl was clearly unwell; counseling was advisable, and maybe a reading of The Feminine Character by Viola Klein.“Good grief, Granger, I can practically see you putting together an enlightening booklist for me.” Pansy sniggered audibly. The quills were still scribbling “I will not enable the patriarchy.”Hermione gave up on trying to be nice. “Parkinson, I have class soon, if you don’t have anything serious to say,