Pansy rolled her eyes slightly, not even deigning to answer his question. Like he needed to ask.
"I don't hate all Gryffindors," she shrugged. Only about ninety-five percent of them. "I just generally find that they're know-it-all do gooders and boring as all fuck." She finished her glass and set it back onto the counter. "However, you're here, so..." she considered, lightly tracing her fingers against her bare neck. She could feel her skin starting to warm from the alcohol.