Pansy was just about to head into her large walk-in closet when she heard another knock at her door. Was she really that lucky to be able to have two people show up? Well, of course she was. She was Pansy Parkinson. But it still delighted her.
"Oh, hold on one second," she said, lifting a finger to Mirajane before moving to the door and opening it. She recognized the girl as Kate, and she stepped aside with an inviting hand gesture. "You made it, too, this is brilliant. Kate, right? And this is Mirajane."