Pansy nodded. 'Percy had the unfortunate experience of growing up with two complete prats whose sole purpose in life is to take the Mickey out of everyone around them. I'm quite sure that scarred him for life,' she announced. 'If they weren't making the fool of someone, they were blowing something up. All in the name of fun, of course,' she added sarcastically.
She looked at Polly and her expression softened until it was quite doting. 'She does,' she smiled, tickling Polly under the chin until she giggled and ducked her head. 'She turned my life upside down, and I've enjoyed every moment of it. Except for when she's sick. Scares me to death every time....' Thankfully, it didn't happen often or last long.
Pansy laughed. 'I would have said you could count me having one before, but I am quite focused these days.'
It occurred to her that she had, once again, likely said too much about Harry. And this time she didn't even have the excuse of having drunk too much. 'Oh, dear,' she moaned, slowing to a stop. 'Please don't tell anyone what I told you. I really must learn to stop talking so much!'