Pansy took two cups and saucers from the cabinet, setting them down gently on a tea tray. The water was nearly finished and Pansy placed two silver tea balls into the cups, filled with a very strong black tea. She pulled a small tin of biscuits (bought, not baked.. she hadn't changed that much) from the counter and arranged a few on a small plate. Timed perfectly, the kettle began to whistle and Pansy quickly picked it up from the stove, pouring the boiling water into the cups.
Turning to set the entire tray on the kitchen table, Pansy sat down and crossed her legs. She arched an eyebrow at Fred, signaling him to go on with whatever reason he had to be speaking. She wasn't aware that he and George kept anything from each other and that alone was enough to hold her interest a bit longer.