Pansy sighed, knowing Cass had a point. She had only to look at Percy's warnings about Harry to know that. That Harry had been a boy at the time and had since grown into a wonderful, caring man didn't matter at all, in Percy's opinion.
Cass's words hurt to hear. She turned to look him and finally said with more strength and force than she had intended, 'Bollucks!'
She shook her head. 'I'm sorry, Cass, but that's what it is! It's just crap that you're telling yourself so it can be your fault and you can feel good about what a martyr you are. Trust me when I say I recognize the symptoms....'
Not that she had ever indulged, of course. Well, not that she would admit.
'Darling, tell me everything. You know nothing you say or do short of purposely hurting Polly could ever change the esteem in which I hold you,' she said gently, squeezing his hand again.