"You would smother your children," Pansy said affectionately in her own condescending tone. Parvati is the kind of woman who was the kind of girl that liked small cuddly things, and children are so small and cherubis, that how could the woman in her simply resist?
"Nothing wrong with being old-fashioned," she said with a wry smile, as her hands ran along the suede material. She sat down on one of the waiting chairs and perused the shoes elevated around them.
"I'd consider it, but what makes you think Pucey would want to be a suitor of mine?"