Ruddy muggle technology. I think I broke it or something. Not that I care anyway, seeing as it's not important. And for the last time, Lovegood, this internet thing is not alive. It doesn't talk, it doesn't have feelings, and the only thing that it's good at is disconnecting me while I'm typing out an essay. Bloody contraption.
Right, then. Pansy, if you touch Mickey one more time, then I'll be forced to create a portkey and make you believe that it's just an ordinary object, and the next thing you know, you'll be in a whorehouse as far as I'm concerned. I think that's where you rightfully belong, don't you think? Don't be touchy about that subject, you even admitted it to the whole of Slytherins. I didn't think that it was necessary for you to be screaming it at the top of your lungs when it was only meant for Draco to hear.
Also, might I add that you are lucky this time. You may have gotten away from Goyle and his handcuffs, but next time, I'll charm them and destroy the key so they won't come off. I can guarantee that you'll be permanently stuck on that bed of his. You do realize how extremely daft he is, and I doubt he'll find the countercurse unless he asks Draco or any other Slytherin, for that matter. But, back on topic. I don't care if you are allergic to cats, and I certainly don't care if you're allergic at all. Mikayla is as innocent as a newborn baby, and if you dare touch one single fur on her... grr...