Just because Pansy didn't have a building to go to each day didn't mean she sat around doing nothing. Her loom was set up by the sofa, a partially finished piece of fabric on it. Her hand was still on the door when Fred walked inside and Pansy rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"Oh, please, do come in. Would you care to sit?" Pansy shut the door before turning around and facing the annoying man at her table. "What do you want, Fred? I'm busy at the moment and not in the mood to argue."