Pansy was surprised that Ron Weasley knew enough to seat her first. She wouldn't have thought he'd have learned that much as a youngest son of such a large family. Surely his mum had had her hands full by the time child number six came along. Especially with a number seven to follow soon.
'Thank you,' she said softly, accepting the chair. She watched him seat himself, curious as to why he was there.
Polly, having spied something in the room with which she was not familiar, was doing her best to creep over to him, but the carpet was slowing her progress.
'Good timing,' she said, commenting on his story. 'You work for Draco and he's about to be tied up with Tracey and the new baby. It sounds plausible that you might be asked to check on me....'
Polly had finally managed to get to Ron and was happily gnawing on his shoe. 'Oh, dear, I'm so sorry!' Pansy apologized. 'My daughter likes to chew on things. I think she's getting close to teething,' she added.
Hilly brought in a tray with tea and an overflowing plate of biscuits and another of pastries. 'Thank you, Hilly,' Pansy said as the elf set down the tray. She shook her head.
After the elf left, she added, 'And my elf isn't happy unless she's feeding someone....'