"Thank you, I thought you'd see it my way. Father always praised your level head. He respects you a lot. Of course, he would never imagine that his daughter might have recorded private conversations never meant to be made public using those little things the wizengamot use. Can't remember the name, but what do I know? I'm just a girl." She wanted to make sure that he knew that she wasn't bluffing. Their lives depended on that. "What is it that they are called? Self-incriminating statements admissible as an exclusion under the hearsay rules. Yes, I think that's what they are. Should said daughter mistakenly have collected business records to support those documents? Well, one can never be too careful."
She gave him such a pleasant smile. "You're so very kind. I appreciate your concern, although we best keep my husband out of our... teas. Gryffindors can be so very principled. No common sense at all."
Pansy hadn't been thinking of herself, but Ron, but perhaps... There had been women minister, but ministers came and went. The wizengamot was where the power was. "I believe we can take steps in that direction. It's only right that we have new prospectives in our judicial system. I can wait to do this smoothly and without raising red flags. I believe I shall take your lead when it comes to this."