The handsome dark haired man bowed over her hand and kissed it. She glared at him. He wasn't supposed to be nice. She was mad at him and he was supposed to be mean and awful so she could hate him. Because she did.
She thought.
Still, he had manners.
'Jack Harkness? I'm not familiar with the name,' she said. Though at the moment, she wasn't sure whether she'd ever heard the name or not. She was doing good to know her own. Parky Pansington. No, that wasn't right.
Oh, who cared what her name was!
'Well, you're supposed to flirt with beautiful women,' she told him. 'It's a party, after all,' she pointed out to him, in case he hadn't noticed.
'But men are stupid. You're nice to them and compliment them and touch them, and they look at you like you've grown two heads. And don't you dare tell me to take off all my clothes and crawl into bed with him because Draco does that all the time. I don't think he even reads my owls anymore. Probably just has that written out and owls it off when he sees I've written him.'
She looked up, confused for a moment. 'Oh, sorry. You don't know who that is. He's my best friend. Well, one of them. Cass tells me the same thing. But Millicent would hit me over the head, I think.' She puffed a little air. 'Maybe I should let her.'