When Monet had a chance to look back on her encounter with Kristoffer Lestrange, she'd surely be kicking herself. She wasn't exactly the silly little school girl with a crush that got all out of sorts over such things. But this was Kristoffer Lestrange. He was the epitome of all things a pure blood should want in their life. Name, prestige, blood. He was so out of her realm of possibilities it wasn't even funny and she was acting like an utter fool in front of him.

All she could really do was nod meekly at first. She was very much out of sorts and just trying to get her wits about her so she didn't make even more of a fool of herself. Something told her, however, that she'd already made the worst of impressions so there was little chance that very encounter would look too well for her.

"Of course," she managed to get out at his last remark without a stammer, "I'll look forward to it, actually." Because acting braver than she really was in that moment was obviously the best thing to do.

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