Pansy's face had contorted into one of slight disgust at the idea of working in such menial labor positions. Playing delivery girl was hardly something meant for a lady and it was a bit...unfortunate that Daphne was forced to partake in that sort of thing. Course....Pansy was certainly not sorry that it wasn't her. That was....just not kosher.
"Well that sounds awful," she replied simply before looking down the street in the direction she knew- hoped... Madam Malkins would be. Sighing slightly she continued, "I'm going to stop in at Madam Malkins and see what new things she's got for the summer, come with?" She offered looking back to her friend expectantly as though the invitation were more of an obligation as opposed to a plea.