There was already the littlest cauldron bubbling atop a tiny fire. The potion inside was deep blue with a pearlescent sheen. George offered Pansy a stool from which she watched him work. The first time she was here, she had accidentally stumbled upon him at the joke shop, a favor to Neville, to deliver a sprig of a particular species of Valerian he had grown in the greenhouses at Hogwarts. She had meant to leave it at the counter but he'd seen her and asked her upstairs and into his world. Since then, she'd played his little assistant, eager to get him whatever odds and ends he needed for his latest experiments, if only so she could spend a little time with him.