Pansy was literally dragged off of Capper and she managed to find a moment to scrabble forward and kick the younger girl squarely in the side before Ginny pulled her clear.
Now her hands weren't occupied with pummelling Sam, she reached for her hand and felt the solid weight of it in her palm before bringing it up and casting a curse to take Weasleys legs from underneath her.
"I suggest you back the fuck off Weasley. And take your worthless mudblood girlfriend with you. I'll give you ten seconds to move, else the shields coming down and I'll use you both as target practice."
She wasn't an idiot ; she didn't want to fight both girls (though she knew she could take them) in the hallways. It was a mircacle they hadn't already been caught and she didn't want to chance her luck any further.
Her hair was in complete disarray and there were scrapes and tears on her skin and clothes. Pansy looked as though she'd been dragged through a hedge backwards but her blood was still up from the fight. It had been something she'd relished and adrenalin pulsed in her ears.