A soft knock sounds on the closed door to our private room. Before I can utter a word, Pansy is striding in. For a second, I’m sure it’s someone else parading around in her body because for the first time in my life I don’t hear the tell-tale sounds of her clicking heels. Pansy Parkinson-Nott is wearing flats. Wearying them likely because she doesn’t want to disturb the baby.