She wasn't going to go into the detail of why she was so touchy about, perhaps if she was 18, 19, or 20, she might not be so sensitive, but at 26 - well that was a different story. Christabel worried her bottom lip with her teeth. Most of the time she tried not to think about how little attention she had paid to marriage, until it she was already late in the day for her prospects.

'No' she wrinkled her nose in disgust, 'neither Mister Daphnel, all I require is someone who can maintain an intelligent conversation about something other than quidditch or whiskey for a period extending beyond 6 minutes.' she rolled her eyes, the memory of her last caller resurfacing like a bad nightmare, she had never been happier to see her brothers enter a room in her life to save her from a conversation on the finer points of the keepers off side rule in Quidditch. She wondered if it was possible to die of boredom.

'The fact that few men can manage both, and fewer still for more than a single conversation.' she added, almost more to herself than him. 'But women do not have the freedom men to discuss such matters with the opposite sex, we are expected to sit quietly until someone picks us off the shelf like books in a library.'

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