Pansy was surprised when Hilly told her she'd let someone in, and even more so when she heard who. He must have come to see Harry she decided, but Hilly told her he'd asked about her.
Frowning, Pansy stood, moving Polly to her hip. She debated having Wicksy take Polly to the playroom but decided against it. Asking Hilly to bring tea, Pansy leaned over and scooped up Polly's play rug from the floor.
Making her way to the drawing room, Pansy let the rug drift to the floor, using a charm to lay it flat before she lay Polly down on it, giving her daughter an indulgent smile as she immediately tried to creep off it. At least the floors were clean, or the tummy of Polly's little playsuit would be dingy and gray, she thought.
Pansy straightened, looking up at Ron Weasley. For some reason, she felt like she was in trouble for something, and she didn't care for the feeling. 'You're welcome to sit down,' she told him. She certainly planned to.