"Why do you think you drove me so absolutely insane? I controlled everything till you came along. My whole life was completely planned out. You're the stick in my clockwork Potter." He smiled though, because he wouldn't change it. Not really. Some of the things he did, yeah, he'd change those. But he couldn't imagine a life without Potter in it. Not anymore.
"Well, when you put it like that. You hear that castle? Bring copies or whatever of my friends so I can talk to someone who has some sort of taste." He shoot his fist at the roof, then snorted and let his arm flop to the side.
"You don't know Pansy. Not really. But I don't feel like arguing with you about her. She did what she did. I don't expect you to forgive her. She's not here anyway."