Hermione rolled her eyes, Pansy Parkinson, stupid slag just did not learn. She set her plate on the small table next to her and slowly stood and turned to the gathering behind her. Millicent Bulstrode, Pansy Parkinson, Gemma Fawley, and an older girl she didn't know looked surprised to see her. Pansy paled. "What is it with you and your inability to keep from insulting your hosts? Your mother wouldn't allow you to wear this dress because you lack the figure or the poise to pull it off. As to your assessment of my being common, my personal vault before anything was added by my parents contains 65 million galleons. I've dined with royalty. I am descended from houses so ancient they existed before nobility."