As if sensing her spiral, Malfoy interrupted Pansy’s monologue. "Pans, I am sure Granger has her own clothes she can choose from." Her eyes flitted to his gratefully and the woman in front of her clapped her hands. "Oh of course, she does I just- well how rude of me. I didn’t mean to imply anything." Pansy looked truly remorseful, and she wasn’t sure she could handle any more Slytherins shedding their old skins for new ones.