Morag put her head back and laughed at the sudden image she had of Percy's face when Pansy Parkinson took it upon herself to hug him. She was truly surprised he hadn't scalded the woman with words. He was one of the few people that could manage something like that. 'I wish I'd seen that,' she admitted, a little grudgingly.
But she had to shake her head at a woman who would willingly shop for someone else just because she enjoyed it. 'Maybe I'll try that,' she sighed. If Antonin was going to insist on liking the girl.
'Tell her what?' Morag said blankly. 'About you and Percy?' Then it dawned on her. Parkinson was a pureblood. She'd been Slytherin so she was likely one of those purebloods. 'Ooooohhhh,' she breathed. Silently, she wished him good luck with that.
'Really?' she repeated, shaking her head again. 'Well, Percy certainly knows about stubborn,' she commented.
The baby moved, and she realized she'd been sitting in the chair quite a while. 'I should let you rest,' she said. 'I'll ask Antonin about healers. You owl me and let me know how you're getting on. We have an indoor pool at the house on Dippett that you and Percy are welcome to use. Swimming is good for rehabilitation. We aren't living there right now so just give the elves your name. I'll let them know they're to give you access.'