‘Of course I do!’ Pansy agreed, giving him a pleased smile. ‘I shall be stunning in red. Red for Valentine’s Day,’ she said. ‘But then I’m stunning in many colours. Except dark grey. It’s hard to be stunning in dreary grey….’ She looked up at Cass and tilted her head. ‘Except maybe for you….’ she said. Then she frowned. ‘And Harry, probably. Oh, pooh!’ she giggled.
‘Well,’ she smiled again, appreciating the compliment even though it was a given, ‘I am good. And I do know what looks good! And it’s in my best interests for all my favourite people to look as good as possible!’ she giggled. ‘After all, I look at you more than you look at yourselves….’ she teased.
Sighing, she agreed, ‘I just don’t know, luv…. I suppose it’s the challenge. Or maybe it’s just that something truly valuable is valued more if it doesn’t come cheaply. Still, life would be easier if everybody just sort of fell at our feet, wouldn’t it?’ She frowned. ‘I don’t know which of us is worse off, really. I would say me, of course, because it’s my nature to overdramatize things that happen to me. I’m sure you never noticed that, of course. But I don’t know, Cass, I think your situation might just have mine beat….’ Feeling badly for him, she hugged him again.
She pursed her lips and looked at him a moment. ‘Well….is there something else you could do?’ she asked quietly. ‘I know you’re a good Auror, but you know, we’ve been without a Ministry for a long time, and there are lots of needs there….’ she pointed out.