And what if he was? She would have no choice in the matter. She wasn't naive enough to not know that publicly shunning a Lestrange would be very bad, societally speaking. And his sister was one of her dearest friends.

Ugh.

She really had no choice. Her smile was forced and it was obvious. "I'd be delighted to dance with you, Mister Lestrange," she said as she reluctantly accepted his hand.