RP: Family Location: Malfoy Manor Date: 20 January 2001
"Pockets," Pansy growled, eying Pere. The blasted boy was destined for Hufflepuff if he didn't learn some stealth. Still, it was probably for the best that he was incapable of hiding the bulges.
"Pockets?" her brother asked with obviously fake innocence.
"Turn out your pockets. Now, Peregrine Parkinson." Pansy flicked her wand into her hand and waved at it the little miscreant.
"All right. All right. Don't know what's got up your nose. It's not like you and Drake--"
"Draco. You're a guest in our home. You will be respectful." Even if he was a little shit, Pansy added to herself.
"Drayyyy-co," Pere sang, turning to look at Draco. "It's not like you and Draco will miss a few baubles. There's loads of shi-- stuff just lying about. You never make Mother turn out her pockets. Why should she be the only one allowed to nick sh--stuff?"
Pansy wondered if she could be sent to Azkaban for hexing her family in a just cause.