"I know you do, from first hand experience," she teased, leaning into his arm as they walked towards the club. There was a small queue waiting to get in, but Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini never waited in a queue. They by-passed it completely, and walked into the club after pinning the bouncer with a twin look of superiority.
The club itself was...not quite what she'd expected of a Weasley. She said as much to Blaise. "Weasley's got more style than I would have given anyone with that last name credit for," she murmured as they headed further into the club. "Shall we get a drink, then sample the music on offer?"