"Not all of us need to be drunk in order to say what we mean. Most of us have the spine to say it whilst sober and face to face. Or didn't they have a book on that in the library?"
How dare he? How dare he stand there and try to defend the inexcusable? At no point in their drunkenly slurred vows had she agreed to "love, honour and put up with wet blanket friends." Come to think of it, there was no chance she'd have agreed to obey Corner. There simply wasn't enough alcohol in the world for Pansy to acquiesce to someone else.
"Have you seen his comments to me? They're not exactly little kittens and rainbows. And the hag has a name!" Not that Pansy knew what the name was but that wasn't the point. "He said he was lonely and she seems a nice enough sort. If he wasn't always hanging around the flat and complaining as though nothing is good enough for him then maybe he'd not be lonely."
After spending nine hours hashing out vat increases and tax rises per bottle of alcohol, finding Goldstein lounging in the flat was enough to have her grinding her teeth. Goldstein had the same disease that most 'Claws had ; broom-up-themselves-itis.
She was tired of trying to deal with Goldstein. And Su Li. And Mandy "We used to date in Hogwarts and aren't my eyes so big and innocent" Brocklehurst. She'd married one bloke. And been saddled with the entirety of Ravenclaw House.
"I have a painful bark?! How dare you compare me to a dog Michael Corner! You want me to censor myself? Start by practising what you preach!"