Pansy dipped her chin in a nod and took the seat offered. She shrugged one shoulder. "Sure, why not, if it's being offered. Like I said, who would turn it down?" She smiled. She'd taken the potion, even if the wine was laced, she was safe.
She couldn't help but laugh. "No, definitely not Draco, last time I checked. Missing a few key elements. You know, blonde hair and arrogant smirk. Charming, but arrogant," she replied. She made the statement with much adoration. She loved Draco as one of her best friends, but she doubted he'd even disagree with the charmingly arrogant description. "I am Pansy Parkinson. You requested tea, but I'm liking the wine more."