Pansy tossed her head. 'It's entirely possible. Everyone wants to be me, after all!' she said happily. 'I do prefer it be someone nice, though. I don't want to turn out to be some greasy little Death Eater. That would just be awful!'
She watched Harry snuggle Polly, smiling fondly as the baby immediately started to chew on him.
Smiling broadly, Pansy agreed, 'And we'll be marvelous warlords! We shall make everyone talk about everyone else and everyone shall have to be beautiful and well-dressed. And worship me, of course....' She tossed her hair over her shoulder and beamed at the two wizards.