George had expected the elf. If he recalled correctly from conversations in bed, the elf's name was either Flippy or Flips. What he hadn't expected was to be asked to wait instead of led to Pansy's office and because of that, he'd told the elf to surprise Pansy with his arrival.
It was a definite chance. He knew all too well how much she loved surprises.
At the steady click-clack of heels on marble, George sat up straighter. He looked over and watched Pansy approaching, wincing slightly at the expression on her face. It wasn't often that he came to the manor. Usually it was a meeting at her flat in London. The last time he'd been here was when they'd been preparing for the last June gala.
"I was in the neighbourhood," he said lightly, standing up and reaching into the inside pocket of his blazer. "I've got a number of silent auction donations from the merchants of the Alley." George pulled out a stack of envelopes and a magically preserved gerbera daisy.