"As you wish."

Ava gestured to the seat, apparently unbothered that Jacques had decided to join her. It seemed her sister was likely not about to make an appearance, so the chair would go to waste either way.

Glancing behind the man, she gazed at a few of the people milling about, looking for someone who might be interested in Jacques, but she didn't immediately see anyone. With a slight smirk, she slid an abandoned copy of the Daily Prophet across the table toward him in case he would like to further hide his face.