Pansy nodded. 'Ten minutes,' she repeated. She'd tell Harry. She wondered if it were possible to put a ward around a broom. Then she could take Polly out for a ride on the new broom Miles had sold her. The one that hovered close to the ground to make it safer.
She started to wonder if she should be taking notes. Summoning a parchment and quill, she quickly wrote down what he'd told her, adding to sit by herself and let the elves bring her things to touch. 'But she'll try to put them in her mouth,' she protested. 'She puts everything in her mouth. She even tries to feed on Ha-other people.' Pansy bit the inside of her mouth at how close she'd come to mentioning Harry.
Pansy frowned at the news that Polly was underweight. Was that a bad thing? She herself preferred to be underweight for her height and age....but somehow, she didn't think she needed to point that out to John.
'More often?' Pansy shrugged. She rarely paid attention to the time so she had no clue how often Polly fed. 'I have no idea,' she admitted. 'She eats all the time. She cries the hungry cry and I feed her....' she told him, shrugging again. 'Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?'