His gaze, which lingered and pierced and was all the more unusual for remaining steady in her presence when most of her acquaintances flinched away at the first lash of her tongue, unnerved her and, irritatingly made him rise in her estimation. When one walked alone in the world it was rare than they met with somebody who didn’t approach them as though they were a block of ice that could not be approached and must only be navigated around.

Pulling her wand from her pocket she quickly and silently dried the tea on her dress, glancing with pursed lips at the table before flicking her wand towards that too. The tea dried, the china reformed neatly and the table was quickly more or less as it had been with the exception of the tablecloth being, in Temperance’s estimation, quite a bit cleaner from her own wand work than it had been when left to the mercy of the idiot serving girl.

“You would have been. I however cannot abide leaving a mess, even if it was less abhorrent to the senses,” she said coolly, retaking her seat primly. “I wouldn't say no to another pot though,” she added purposefully, lips almost, almost twitching. “Consider it your penance.”

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Wonderful set by Lady <3