The biggest problem with Pansy hating the very earth he walked on was the fact that he no longer had an easy date to all these stupid Slugclub parties. He knew he could probably ask any girl in the room - apart from a few smart Gryffindor’s to be his date and they would cry at his feet in joy.  He imagined setting up a duel where the prize was hanging off his arm for the evening. Images of the girls fighting each other, wands blazing and some dumping their wands all together in favour of fists, made him chuckle quietly in their charms class on Thursday. 