Poppy Dashwood, Leo was finding, was a reflection of her cousin - she was almost as boring as Atticus was, although she had least had a little more spunk to her. Probably because she was raised by someone different than Mrs. Foxwood who was more than likely the impediment of dull, and he had to stifle a yawn at the very thought of her. The only good thing that came from the Dashwood name was the lack of scandals and then her brother left a black mark on their name. At least her half-blood status wasn’t an instant red mark against her - her blood status still meant the Maxime family had no muggles or muggleborn in any branch and he’d be damned if it didn’t stay that way.
His eyes narrowed briefly as he glanced at her before he realized she was talking; the shy girl he was bored with was still there until her last sentence piqued his interest, the dullness of Poppy Dashwood melting away just enough for him to not end the conversation right then and there. Instead a slight smile curled at the edges of his lips. “Well Miss Dashwood, let’s give it a test run. You hide now, and I’ll seek.” He smirked at her as he leaned toward her. “Let’s see if you’re clever enough to hide somewhere I can’t find you.”
It was like cat and mouse - Timoleon always liked to be the predator. He prowled. He conquered. And she thought he wasn’t going to be clever enough to find her at a later date.