"Hear hoofbeats, think horses, not centaurs," Pansy said faintly.  "Of course they don't think to order a test for... but I don't have what you do.  I'm not a fucking creature."  She spit out the last in furious defiance that sapped what little energy she'd had left.  She sagged back against the cushions of her couch, spent.  Draco suspected she'd be crying if she had the strength for it.  She'd always been a pretty crier.  Even at five, she'd managed to make crying into an adorable sniffle and heartbroken wail that ordered people to take care of her.