Pansy may be only four, but she's fairly sure that "Play nicely" doesn't mean "Let snotty boys hit you over the head with a stuffed thestral." Pansy is resourceful and determined, and her toy puffskein has been well blooded in battle against house elves intent on putting her to bed or making her eat her vegetables. She curls up, pretending to cry; and when the white-haired little boy, scowling, crawls over to poke at her, she gives him a puffskein to the side of the head.

The scuffle is brief but fierce, and he reads to her when it's done.