Pansy might have been panicking, but she hardly looked it. She sat at the table, eyes fixed on the glass of water that appeared in front of her while her mind raced. Her desires were at war with her own self worth.
"Fred, please. Don't talk to me like that." Picking up the glass of water, Pansy drank it quickly. "I can't marry George. I'm.. I'm not right for him. You know that. I'm not right for your family. He thinks he'll be happy with me, but I can't change. I can't be a loving, kind and playful witch. He doesn't need to settle for me. I don't deserve him. You know that.":