"Evidently," Pansy said, her voice perfectly poised. Nothing about her being let know her actual thoughts on the matter, though she knew for certain Draco already knew every single criticism going through her mind. There was no doubt in her mind that Blaise was climbing up through the layers of politics by digging his own grave.<br/>"I'd say you should congratulate your father," she went on, eyes turning intentionally towards the closed curtain of the dressing room. "I think in all of Lucius' patriotism he has found the one man that has succesfully made his blood boil."<br/>She paused for another moment's consideration. "He called early."<br/>Pansy allowed the comment to linger in the air between them, as there once again were rustling from the dressing room. She didn't keep up with the Mirror, and she certainly doubted Blaise Zabini did. Though she didn't care enough to say it, she didn't think it to be a far stretch that he was aware of the fundraiser last night; Pansy did, however, not believe he had expected to see Draco photographed with anybody on his arm.<br/>As if finishing that train of thought, she turned to offer Draco another pleased, little smile.