For the first time in their conversation Trixie was at a loss for words. She hadn’t really thought that a Lestrange might show her the time of day, had assumed he was still here because of mutual dislike and not because he had any particular interest in her specifically. But he had known her name and knew where the shop was – which might have suggested as much interest in her father as in her, but Trixie was nothing is not prepared to see things her way until proven otherwise.

“I’ll let my father know, he’s not overly fond of strangers turning up without notice,” she offered conversationally, wondering how she could possibly frame it to her old man in such a way that he wouldn’t ask too many questions. The Lestranges, some of them at least, were hardly strangers to their door so it probably wouldn’t be too difficult but she hated the idea of him being anywhere near Mr Lestrange. Or rather she hated the thought of Mr Lestrange being around any of her thrice damned family.

“But I’d be more than happy to look after you,” she added as honestly as she ever got and with a glint in her eye Trixie didn’t fully realise she was throwing out.

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Gorgeous set by MJ! she gets me so much