'Sanity doesn't involve mud!' Pansy told him adamantly. 'No mud! And I haven't taken her clothes shopping yet!' she added. She had bought her daughter more clothes than she could wear before she outgrew them, of course, but that didn't count.
'No, you can't do it,' she said, adding her voice to Ron's. 'Those boys don't play fair!' Although she did want to suggest a few things to Draco for his next shopping trip. Or maybe she'd just buy them herself and have Hilly slip them into his laundry.
It was a crying shame that Harry, in spite of disliking clothes so much, knew every item of his wardrobe and could tell when something new had been slipped in!
'Well, then Draco doesn't pay you enough,' she said without thinking. 'He should at least pay well enough for a new set of robes a week!' Frowning, she decided she better look into what she was paying the people at the Inn....just in case.
Pansy chose the wrong minute to pick up her tea, choking on the sip. Or maybe it was an opportune moment, because she probably would have choked anyway, and at least the tea provided an excuse for why she was coughing and turning red.