"Why not? He clearly needs it. Who gets drunk and then complains in their journal that they don't like their best friends wife and is going to take it out on their best friend?"
Frowning, she watched the Skele-Gro disappear onto a high shelf out her reach. Damn. One day she was going to redo the kitchen. Or just get rid of it altogether.
"I am nice. Not once have I raised my wand to him or bean particularly mean. I haven't threatened to harm his family or anything even remotely intimidating."
Pansy glowered at him before folding his arms and giving him a look. "How much nicer do you want me to be? Want me to act like a soppy wet Hufflepuff and we can all hold hands and sing songs round a campfire? Oooh perhaps we can braid each others hair. Yay!"