"Of course I'm not half the witch," she countered sarcastically "There isn't enough pudding served at dinner to make me like her."
The second shove had her nearly off her feet, and Pansys temper - never far from the surface - sprang up and she fell into the duelling pose, with her wand raised over her head, legs ready to move.
"Temper temper Capper. Someone should really teach you how to watch your tongue. You might lose it someday." Her eyes darkened as she ran a finger down the smoothe wood "A simple curse woul remove you of it. S'not like you're going to need it. Your only good for one thing and thats scrubbing floors."
Pansy literally itched to cast the curse that was on the tip of her tongue; she normally didn't let Capper irritate her this much but damn it, she'd been desperate for a fight since learning about Draco from Melinda of all people.
Capper would do very well to relieve some of that anger. All she had to do was get the younger girl to cast or attack first.
"I wonder what they're doing with all the people going to Azkaban. I mean, its a good place to put the worthless scum. For a while. But theres too many of them. You can't just let them clutter up a Wizarding building. Better to get rid of them once and for all, I'd say. Its not like they matter."