Re: 9:30
Pansy was feeling the effects of the firewhiskey and she leaned forward more, and put her hand on top of Hannah's and shook her head, "You mustn't do that, you must not. You are not a Muggle, working in here. You are a witch! Have some pride! Let the house-elves deal with it," and Pansy snapped her fingers for a creature who appeared immediately.
"This mess must be removed at once," she ordered and then smiled at Hannah, "There. All done. Doesn't that feel better?"
"My name is Pansy. Some call me Niky. I want to know your name. I see you often enough in the Leaky. It would be appropriate for me to greet you by name in the future, as we are sitting here, politely communicating."
Pansy was polite as she listened to the girl's explanation of why she was here. Her return question was surprising but not offensive; Pansy had enough liqueur in her to feel loose and willing to answer her inquiry.
"You shouldn't put French art up in an English pub. That's very bad form. You tell Tom that when you return, although it did get you out and about. I am here, being paraded about, on display like a stuffed goose. I am escaping their clutches, by hiding in here. No Muggles allowed, thank Merlin's beard."
She leaned back, and found she was slipping in her chair a bit, "I have a right mind to leave him. To hell with him! Let him take the Concorde back home by himself! I'm going to Floo home, so I can sleep in my own bed. I just might even apparate home. That would teach him a lesson! I may not even tell him I'm going!"
Pansy was becoming animated and convinced of her own idea, without realizing that the girl had no idea what she was talking about.