Pansy stood just inside the doorway, staring into the room. This had been her favourite room when she was growing up. It was where her father worked when he was home, when he did his accounts and counted his money. It was where she'd played on the floor, handling the pretty gold coins, stacking them and listening to them clink. It was where her father had taught her what she needed to know about the estate.
It was where she'd sat with Gilderoy, reading together or talking. Where it was calm and a place of haven from the hormones...sometimes.