There was such a frustration in Pansy's snort that Cass definitely knew he'd need to give Harry a clue. Or ten. Perhaps a few years worth? How could he not be shagging Pansy?
And the darling comment just got him sniggering.
'While I'd love to stay out of a lover's quarrel, I'd agree with Pansy on the jeans thing. No matter how gorgeous your arse looks in that one pair you have - and please the others are just a disgrace - you won't be wearing them at the ball.' He smirked. 'And no, not under your robes either, I'll check.'