Pansy whuffed as Polly tried to stand up and promptly fell over onto her stomach. 'Reminds me of last year, little one,' she said wryly, opening one eye. 'Only now, you're heavier!'
She yawned and stretched. Polly cackled and told her 'No!'
'You're abusing the word,' she told her daughter. She sniffed something she wasn't expecting and raised her head, looking around.
'Roses!' she cried softly. 'Oh, Harry, they're beautiful!' she added with a pleased smile.