"Nothing – croak – personal. Sure," she said scornfully. She would remember this. And one day, she’d make him pay. She’d make them all pay. All the girls, Draco and his two goons, and the prefect Farley who’d just kept walking past whenever Pansy was hexing or insulting her without saying a word in rebuke. She hadn’t talked with her other friends about any of it yet. She knew what they’d recommend and she didn’t think things were all that dire yet. But it was definitely an option to ponder.