"Well, I was quite popular," she said, giving him a flirtatious look. "I still am, of course and of course I can see why you picked my son. He's very handsome, good looks run in the family. Much to Everett's chagrin, plenty of people seem to think that I'm his sister rather than his mother and poor Llewelyn wouldn't want me to be alone."
"I was asked at the very last minute," Pansy gave her son a severe look because they both knew he'd caught her on the hop there. "And April? May? This year?!" she asked slightly hysterically. "Why yes, there are plenty of dates. The weekend of the second is out for obvious reasons, there's weddings the two weeks before. It shall have to be the seventeenth of May if you want your Quidditch friends there, Everett, and that only works because Archie Nott's been jilted."
"Milly!" she called out, a house elf appearing several moments later. Pansy took a perverse sort of pleasure that she had a house-elf called Milly considering she'd mostly had Millicent do her bidding at school. "I need you to take notes on this. Now, where is the wedding being held? Here obviously but the chapel and then the ballroom? Or outside? April to May is likely a bit dicey with the weather but we can cast charms. I'm going to need a guest list immediately to have a hope of pulling this off. You and Fenella will be the death of me," she said, lips forming a small moue. It was as close to frowning as she'd allow herself to get.
She sighed because Harry Potter was the one person she couldn't really influence in the Ministry. He still didn't like her a great amount but he was with darling Draco and she had leverage there. "We'll get around that. I assume there's some co-workers you would want to invite also, Emil? I do hope they're as handsome as you."