Pansy curled her lip but didn't bother to say she could see why.  Hermione had become used to the old house and had stopped seeing the water stains on the walls or the way dust had solidified in the corners.  They just closed doors to rooms no one used and stayed in the ones they'd managed to salvage.  "There was a war," she said.  And then she'd been sick.  Seeing the house through Pansy's eyes, however, she felt embarrassed they'd never really tried to fix it up.  She was right: it had been beautiful once. 