'I think it's different for a woman,' she mused aloud. 'Carrying the child for all those months, and feeling it move and respond to your voice....' She shook her head. 'I can't even begin to express how awful it was when I thought I might lose Polly. I would have been devastated, I think.' She looked up at him. 'Honestly, Theo, it was literally months before I could even let her sleep in her own room, and then I spent several nights in the rocking chair in there,' she admitted.
'Granted, there was Gilderoy getting himself killed and all, and me worrying that his child might be a target, too.' Not to mention herself, given that she'd seen it, but Adrian had done a good job of protecting her.
She should write Adrian Pucey, Pansy thought suddenly. She hadn't been terribly nice to him, the previous year, given all that had happened.
Pansy nodded. 'I've met Marlowe. He's very quiet,' she said. 'I hope Verity manages to get him to open up a little. And to relax a bit. I mean, there are party manners, but he's so incredibly formal, even with her, and that just bothers me!'
'Now, Ben? Ben is a sweetie. He's my little Superhero Pirate!' she confided with a giggle. 'He and I have exchanged the most delightful letters!' she told Theo.