“Then I daresay we are kindred spirits,” Endymion decided airily, at one revelation or them all – that she was a Ravenclaw; that she was mischievous soul; that her heart was one inclined to exploration; that she was a dreamer in the most delightful of ways.
He loosened his fingers from where they were grasping her hand to draw a fleeting cross in the air before his heart, to swear that he would keep her secret; if she had broken or was inclined to break her show of best behaviour, he was certainly none the wiser, and should happily turn a blind eye to it tonight. Endymion was a little impressed at how well she was holding herself together – he had seen debutantes before whose energy and vibrance had flagged far sooner than hers.
His smile grew a little more faraway and dreamy in some unwitting mirror of hers. He didn’t know that that would be his dream in so many details – he fancied the portkeys in quick succession would make him too dizzy to be much good at dancing – but he could not fault her for indulging in such romanticisms. “I confess I’ve seen a lot of places in my day,” Dymion offered, with a little laugh, and inclined his head in gracious defeat, “but never quite in that fashion. Now I feel I’ve never truly travelled at all.”
He loosened his fingers from where they were grasping her hand to draw a fleeting cross in the air before his heart, to swear that he would keep her secret; if she had broken or was inclined to break her show of best behaviour, he was certainly none the wiser, and should happily turn a blind eye to it tonight. Endymion was a little impressed at how well she was holding herself together – he had seen debutantes before whose energy and vibrance had flagged far sooner than hers.
His smile grew a little more faraway and dreamy in some unwitting mirror of hers. He didn’t know that that would be his dream in so many details – he fancied the portkeys in quick succession would make him too dizzy to be much good at dancing – but he could not fault her for indulging in such romanticisms. “I confess I’ve seen a lot of places in my day,” Dymion offered, with a little laugh, and inclined his head in gracious defeat, “but never quite in that fashion. Now I feel I’ve never truly travelled at all.”
