Sybille smiled shyly at the lady’s assessment. “Thank you.” She demurred. She could only hope she really would end up in Hufflepuff, but Ravenclaw couldn’t be too bad if so many of her siblings had ended up in it. The very least she could hope for was that Fleur was in the same house as she. The two cousins often fretted about it as they baked.

“Oh, a lacy one wouldn’t be so bad.” She nodded, then looked up at Ace, “I’m going to make sure Avril picks that out instead of something worse.” She wrinkled her nose in distaste. If she had to wear black maybe it would be prettier in lace. “It was nice to meet you Miss Flint.” Sybille slipped back across the sales floor to her sisters where she could at least intervene before they bought something she truly hated.