You were at a Christmas party in the Slytherin common room, dancing the night away. As the music pulsed around you, you felt the urge to go to the bathroom. Navigating through the crowd with your drink in hand, you suddenly collided with someone, spilling your drink all over them. You looked up, eyes wide with horror. Standing before you, dress soaked, was Pansy Parkinson, her expression a mix of shock and fury.