Quidditch Pitch

[Ginny Weasley]

"We look out for each other," the other girl corrected dryly. "It means we all know what to expect when it comes to the likes of you."

[Pansy Parkinson]

"Ah... but wouldn't that imply you don't let your house mates hang out with me?" Pansy asked innocently.

[Ginny Weasley]

Ginny's smile was wintery.

"We don't force our housemates to do anything, we believe in free will, as alien a concept as I'm sure that is to you," the redhead returned, voice cool. "We make sure everyone has the facts, then if they choose to go ahead at least they know what to expect. In your case it's probably because they know what to expect that they find you in the first place."

[Pansy Parkinson]

"I don't understand why you are so bothered by it in that case," Pansy shrugged, ignoring the cutting tone of the red head.
"If they know what to expect and willingly come to have fun... Then they are the ones at fault for having a big mouth."

[Ginny Weasley]

Letting out an annoyed breath, Ginny shot the girl a scathing look.

"I don't know why I waist my breath trying to talk about morals to someone that has no earthly comprehension of the term," she muttered shaking her head, more to herself than the dark haired girl before her. "Whatever, we're done here."

WIthout waiting for a reply, Ginny pushed past the idiot and started back to the castle. She had better things to do than stand and trade barbs with the moron.

So much for cooling her temper...

(I'm thinking close this scene and start a new one somewhere to catch up to recent events?)

[Pansy Parkinson]

Okies
*Re-boot

Pansy hurried over the field, tears running down her face, her breathing ragged. Her body hurt so bad, but she ignored it, she needed a quiet spot where nobody could see her.