Pansy was in the back, casting anti-tarnish charms on a very old tea set when the bell rang out, calling her to the front of the store. She and the bell had issues. Pansy needed it of course, but it was so cheerful sounding. The only thing holding her back from tearing it off the wall was that it usually made her smile at the thought of whoever just entered the store may be spending money - and money always made her smile.

She cleaned her hands (of course) and walked to the front of the shoppe, stopping short when she saw exactly who had entered. A sly smirk spread across her face at the same rate as one of her eyebrows was raising. “Well, I was wondering when you might stroll in Draco. Like to keep a girl waiting don’t you?”