She owled you about it?

That's rubbish. Flat out rubbish.

Pansy, I'm sorry. I should have asked you if something was going on - I just assumed it was because of everything else that's happened lately.

I'm sure your Mother loves you, because how could she not. But she's always sort of seemed...juvenile, I guess. And when you think about it, that's the sort of thing a little kid would do, wait to send an owl instead of talking face to face.