Work Text:
“Pansy, what are you doing up?” Neville asked as it was the middle of the night, Pansy had been tossing and turning before that.
“I need a drink to sleep before a battle.” Pansy informed him, he frowned as he didn’t recall any impending battles on their calendar. Then he remembered what tomorrow was.
“It’s just breakfast,” he said in amusement.
“With my Grandmother in law. She hates me no matter what I do.” Pansy said, she scowled as she could not get that old hag to love her.
“That is not true.”
“We’ve been together for 6 months and she still calls me Peony. She knows my name is Pansy. She just does it to give me the shits. The way she uses that ‘Oh, old age’ bit, so I come off as bitch for calling her on it.” Pansy told him.