"I don't feel like I'm being left out of this group, I feel like I'm being left out of your life. Although if this group is anything like the previous secret organization you joined, I am content to be 'left out' as you put it," Pansy said flatly.
She had difficulty taking his second statement seriously, given that he hadn't been forthcoming with anything about his life since she'd returned and she'd found out on the journals that he had taken up with Mandy.
"I have four daughters, Draco, I can be extremely patient. If you excuse me, I must go check on them," Pansy said, rising to her feet. She did not care to be patronized and treated like a five year old by her former best friend. If he did not trust her, he should say so plainly. There was no need for this double speak. Pansy had daughters and she needed to know who she could trust with them and who she couldn't. Considering how Draco was treating her, she wasn't sure if she could trust them with him, which hurt her to the very core. Such was life though. Friends and political alliances change. Draco had made his bed, and his life, and it seemed he did not care whether Pansy was a part of it or not.