"As well as can be expected," Pansy said with a shrug, tongue tripping over the words here and there, blurring slurs tangling her up. "It's not exactly pleasant here, to be perfectly honest, Granger...but Merlin knows it's better than where I was." She glanced down at her hands, twisted around each other on the scarred oak table. "Not that that's difficult to accomplish." A wealth of smouldering, sullen anger shone out of Pansy's eyes when she peered up at Hermione. "But then, you know that don't you? I bet your darling Draco tells you everything." She drew the last word out, a sneer on her lips, and Hermione refused to take the bait, made herself stay calm. Pansy was drunk and angry and Hermione would just have to be the mature one in the situation. She lifted out the teabags with a spoon and stirred a spoonful of sugar into each mug, adding a slosh of milk.