Pansy huffed, looking down at her list—all the names on it were struck out, and she was out of ideas. So was Harry, apparently; he’d already given her all the information he had. As Pansy didn’t really know anyone, she had to rely on his knowledge, and in her humble opinion, his knowledge was shit. It was clear that he wasn’t a part of any of the gossip circles and had no clear idea what was going on under the surface of the castle. Pansy couldn’t help but think that Harry didn’t really know Granger at all either, because none of the men he picked was smart enough for her. If Pansy hated them, Granger probably would have hated them tenfold.