Once they were sufficiently far away from the entrance to the tea shop, or at least had covered enough distance together that Betsy didn't think anybody would come after her and rip her away from her put-upon knight she allowed herself to take a breath and properly look at the gentleman she had accosted. He was familiar, surprisingly enough, and she laughed in bemused delight when she realised her mistake. Still, she didn't know him well so she doubted it was a faux pas he would hold against her. She had been in distress after all!

"It does you credit that you don't know I'd say," she replied with a grin, getting used to their difference in height as they walked. She was shorter than almost everybody so it barely bothered her anymore.

"It's Mr Grimstone isn't it? Le's friend?"

He was the broomaker if memory serves. She vaguely recalled Le talking about the man's amazing creations and the intricacies being utterly lost of her - she had never been on a broom in her life, much to her embarrassment whenever she was confronted with how odd that made her in the eyes of most of their kind.

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MJ is a beautiful wizard