Shifting yet again, Pansy felt, more than heard, her husband's breathing stutter - as though he were waking. Not wanting to disturb him - and in a rare showing of compassion for his uninterrupted sleep schedule - Pansy gently slipped out of the bed and into a warm robe before heading out of their room. She had loose plans to make a soothing cup of tea or perhaps a warm glass of milk (both of which she could do on her own, no elves required, thank you very much), when she heard a loud thud in the living room. Unfazed, as her husband's siblings often came and went at the oddest hours, Pansy continued with her leisurely pace towards the kitchen when she heard a very familiar voice fairly screaming for help.