Helga, ever the idealist, was fairly clueless about how her introduction had caused Nora embarrassment. Of course, Nora's cheeks were red, but Nora's cheeks were always some shade of red or pink. Why should she think this was any different?

Mr. Lestrange wasn't as debonair as she'd imagined a gentleman from a very powerful, dignified family might be — which, upon further consideration, made him an even better choice for the skittish Nora! Marriage wasn't something that was a definite in Helga's head yet, though; Cassius Lestrange was still very young, though she had little idea if it mattered to Mrs. Abercrombie. This was a Lestrange they were talking about!

"We were window shopping," she explained with simplicity, continuing to glance at Nora with the hopes that Mr. Lestrange's eyes might stay on her friend. The more attention Nora got, the better (even if Helga was prone to putting herself in the center of attention). "I think Miss Abercrombie wanted to get some books. Would you like to join us?" she asked, tossing a knowing glance at her friend.