At St. Mungos, perhaps? Pansy supposed it didn't really matter. Now that she knew he was aware of Hogwarts, maybe she could focus on stories of them instead of background information.
Oh, bollocks. She'd gone and stuck her foot in her mouth. She wasn't about to tell him about the war and how his house had been ransacked and searched for dark items. Not yet, at least. Not until she was more positive he would be okay with hearing it. Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, she chose her next words carefully. "You have a house, but... there were some things going on and you couldn't stay there for awhile."