"We've come for our children. They won't be sullying themselves any longer. Pansy!" Mr Parkinson yelled, his mouth contorting into a grimace. Hermione watched his black eyes scan the crowd for his daughter. He had the same dark hair as Pansy, only his was pulled back into a tight band at the nape of his neck. Then Hermione saw Pansy emerge from the Slytherin crowd and a few of her friends tried to hold her back, but Pansy brushed their hands off her.