At Kazim’s sudden attitude, Pansy spun on him and stared. “You’re right, I’m not a fox or a badger.” Pansy said with a glare, her hands on a hip, “I’m better than all of them, because I’m a Parkinson.” She stepped forward, “If you’re going to sit their like a child whose spilled his milk all over his trousers, then there is no point in staying until the morning. Goodbye.</b>” She moved then, and began her way up the stairs.