Pansy had not been having a Good Day. She'd splintered a nail first thing and found that the clasp of her favourite necklace had broken. That was all before she'd gone downstairs to the common room and felt the whispers talked.
She loved being the centre of attention, but only for the right reasons.
Walking along the corridor, her mind had been full of the not so promising mark she'd recieved from Charms. The knocl to her shoulder was the final straw and the curse was already on her lips when she looked to fin out who it was.
Capper.
How...perfect.
"Of course you are," she drawled "You've got a lot to be sorry for."