"No, no I can't," Pansy said quite solemnly, "I mean, geez, walking next to you is like a board and a balloon, loads of them." No, Pansy had never been very shapely, her thin body lacking the right amount of voluptuous curves, but still remaining dainty and female.
She was secretly comforted by the fact that it was natural for Parvati to immediately hate upon any of her ex-boy toys; it happened several times. Each time ranging from their first born cursed to be a squib to threatening to hex their genitalia off and keeping it in a jar, which shocked her the first time.
"I'm going to go with poof this time," she said, admiring the same shoes in the window, "Said I was always too busy for him, but I only work four days out of the week, he was needy and a ponce."