"If you want tea, make it yourself." Pansy wasn't about to serve anyone, thank you very much. But then her lifetime of pureblood training kicked in and she automatically moved to put the kettle on. It was only polite to serve guests tea, even when they weren't invited.
His words caused Pansy to raise her eyebrows. "I won't lie for you, Weasley. Whatever prank you've pulled, I won't be your alibi." Pansy wasn't going to get roped into Fred's harmless little jokes on people. It was bad enough that she was in love with one Weasley and could sometimes tolerate another. If she started helping them she might as well dye her hair red and paint freckles on her skin. She shuddered at the thought.