Pansy giggled, popping the candy into her mouth. At least it tasted good, she thought. Definitely not one of Pomfrey's potions, then. That woman wouldn't believe in a brew's effectiveness if it tasted anything less than horrible.
She smiled. 'Thank you,' she said.
Sighing again, she said. 'Who'd have thought? It's so unlike me. Or the me I used to be,' she added frowning. Then she looked up at him. 'Do you not worry about your Morag being used to get to you?'