Pansy noticed the entrance of the Dolohovs and smirked to herself when she saw the expression on the woman's face. Someone seemed to be dealing with the nasty effects of pregnancy hormones, she thought, noting the particularly sour look on the Redhead Liked by Percy's face. That was certainly something Pansy didn't miss about pregnancy.
Her smile amused, Pansy started towards the couple, instinctively adjusting her arm around her daughter just as Polly decided she wanted to get down. 'Stay with Mummy, darling,' she murmured. 'Too many big people who might not see you and step on you!'
Polly gave a half-hearted, 'No,' and then whined, 'Hawweeee!'
Pansy said absently, 'He wouldn't let you get down, either, so stop trying.' She shifted Polly's weight again, keeping her grip firm.
Moving to the table with the Dolohovs, Pansy gave a welcoming smile to Antonin. 'Darling, it's so good to see you here! I adore having someone delightful to talk to! And you look very handsome, I must say,' she said happily. Without looking at Morag, she added, 'You, too, of course.'
'So how have you been? Been sailing the seven seas? Keeping the oceans safe from evil pirates? If you've had any encounters, you must tell Ben all about it. He talks about Mister 'Nin and his boat all the time....'