"No wonder they're so poor. What little they make goes on feeding their enormous brood," Pansy snapped nastily, and Draco could see she got a twisted satisfaction out of being horrible and mean. He was surprised by the fact that when she said it, it made him want to say something in the Weasleys" defence – his first instinct was to tell Pansy off for being so blithely cruel. It was exceedingly discombobulating. He sighed and wished he could have a drink, but they had the meeting later and Hermione would be pissed if he got drunker. He was still a little bit fuzzy around the edges, after all the firewhiskey he'd drunk earlier.