Pansy was about ready to tear her hair out. Not only was everything in the air at work, Marcus and Greg had been arrested and their were ministry workers crawling all over her office. It made her stomach churn just being there but Pansy had no choice but to keep on keeping on. Standing in front of the full length mirror in their bedroom, Pansy carefully adjusted the collar on her blue shirt, making sure it was neatly tucked in to the black silk high waisted skirt. Roger and Pansy had been engaged for months but she'd not met his mother yet. In all the time they'd spent together she'd only heard about her in passing. But the day had come when the two women in Roger's life had to meet.
In an attempt not to look too intimidating, because she knew she came off that way, Pansy had forgone the high heels and had gone out to buy a gorgeous pair of flats. Under her skirt Pansy was hiding a pair of Roger's favourite stockings maybe in an attempt to get him to rush this meeting as fast as possible.
In all her life she'd never cared what anyone thought of her but this was different, so very different. Pansy turned to look at her back in the mirror and was compelled to change her clothes, for the sixth time, but restrained herself, just. It was getting a tad ridiculous. Leaving her reflection behind Pansy hunted through their house, checking to make sure there wasn't a thing out of place. Never much for housework she'd borrowed her family elves to clean the place from top to bottom, because Pansy just couldn't stand the idea of this not going perfectly. "Love?" Pansy called as she adjusted one of the pillows on the couch.