"Is Pansy all right, dear?" Mrs Weasley finished Draco's question for him, all motherly in a way his mother had never been; apron swathed around her and precariously pinned up hair, sleeves rolled up to her elbows and a smear of flour on the back of one wrist. He nodded dumbly and she gave him a look that was pity and concern overlaid with reassurance.