Poppy found herself a touch surprised that Ms. Victoire had met Merlin before; perhaps she had been to visit the cousins in Wellingtonshire or she had an ongoing correspondence with… Atticus? (Surley not Basil, as he was away at term most of the year.) Whatever the matter, Poppy appraised Ms. Victoire with a new eye and settled upon the fact that she rather liked this fresh development. Be it Basil or Atticus, either might be lucky enough to find themselves courting in the near future and if Ms. Victoire was the target, Poppy settled upon the idea of getting to know her better.

As the ladies then directed their attention to Ms. Twiglett and Ms. Victoire also let out a rather abrupt laugh, Poppy found herself liking the blonde more and more. She listened interestedly to the lady’s response and hummed a little mischievously. “Yes,” she replied. “I suppose I did spot the reclusive Professor out on the floor tonight. I applaud your efforts and am not one to stand in the way of further such developments.” Poppy laughed again. “He needs all the female attention he can tolerate, save for maybe… any of that nature so publicly.” She added, gesturing towards the unsightly display going on a bit of a ways away.

“I’m sure he would appreciate any intervention, especially on the part of one as lovely as yourself,” she added. If an indecent halo had have appeared above her head, Poppy could not have looked more the picture of scheming innocence.

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