Pansy was on her hands and knees searching the catch-all cupboard under the sink to try and find what she needed. She was sick to the back teeth of Anthony bloody Goldstein whingeing at her all the time.
So she was trying to help him. In her own special way.
"Right. Another conversation - how fun." She got to her feet and clutched the bottle of Skele-Gro triumphantly in her hands. "Will it be a different subject or just the same topic rehashed?"