"At ten?" she asked, brows shooting up. Weasley must have been lower than she had originally thought if he spent the majority of his days drunk off his ass harassing innocent women (she was, of course, referring to herself as an innocent woman in this case). "You've spent the entire day drunk? Why?" It was hard to miss the condescending tone to her voice.
"I am a lady, Weasley, and you'd be wise to start treating me like one. No one else seems to have been affected by my so-called shrieks but you."