Pansy smiled softly when he said she was his girl. She knew they had to return to pretending that they weren't committed to each other tomorrow. Tonight, was for them. She didn't need to comment on it; it was enough to hear it said.
When he hurried back to the topic of her wand and Ollivander, she accepted it. "He might have done had I asked. I thought I'd be triumphant, delivering the much needed wand cores, so I didn't tell him my scheme. It does benefit him and the sixty other people those cores will provide wands for, but it does little for me. He thanked me." Chuckled at her a little too. "Asked me if I happened to know anyone who worked with other types of dragons. He's expecting some from the Welsh Reserve soon, as soon as the beast gets on with dying, and thinks that will do a little better for me, but he thinks I'll need Longhorn like my broken wand or possibly a Fireball core. I don't know any Romanian or Chinese dragon keepers!" she cried in frustration. "Ollivander knows people, of course, but he's been out of business for two years. He doesn't have any sort of priority anymore, so he has to wait along with everyone else for something to be available." Perhaps, if the Malfoys were to make a sizable donation to the Dragon Preserve in ... No. She couldn't ask. They had other things to worry about now. It would be unseemly for her to ask in any case.