Draco levelled a glare at Pansy before standing to get his bearings. "Don’t rub it in, Parkinson. Now, what time is it?" He retrieved his wand from Blaise’s bedside table and cast a tempus charm. "Fucking– this can’t be right. 6 p.m.!? The fucking Ball, Pans! I’ve got to go. Remind me to never put you in charge of my medical care in case of an emergency."