Pansy took a sip of her wine before replying. The small talk over lunch had been pleasant; she always enjoyed poking fun at their more idiotic classmates, and the new journals had given them quite a bit of extra material.
"Yes, I would like to know." Staring Nott in the eye, Pansy continued, "Some affirmation would be nice. So far I've only heard from the disgruntled parties. One of the Weasels tried to find a way to chuck me into Azkaban, if you can believe that."