Pansy shuddered delicately. "Children? There's not enoough gold in Gringotts to make dealing with children palatable." She was barely able to tolerate children when she was one. She would far rather deal with ancient, cranky wizards and witches despite the comments and the occassional wandering hand.
"I wish MacFusty the joy of him," she said airily. "Does he know that Elder Whisenhunt has charmed his dentures to bite if someone tries to disturb his nap?"