Anthony chuckled a touch in response to Ms. Malfoy’s reply. At least she seemed keen on making light of the situation which suited him just fine. He held her steady blue gaze for a moment, a lopsided smile greeting her. She really was very pretty. He found he didn’t mind at all as she held tightly to his arm. The explanation as to Poppy only made him hum. “It was rather, wasn’t it?” He replied. Not one to really know the difference between what made a debut successful and what didn’t, Anthony decided to hold back commentary on his baby sister Tillie’s. Hers had been fine too, but it was with some chagrin that Anthony remembered the scolding he got from Mama for standing guard about poor Mathilda all night. He just didn’t want anyone unworthy to come into her vicinity! She deserved better than some rake like Olixander Blackwood.
Anthony considered making a comment then as to appreciating the sentiment. He should rather like to see Ms. Malfoy again, even if by proxy of his baby cousin. It seemed a little too forward to admit as much however, even with a jocular hint at protecting her from rats again, so he held the quip back. Instead, Anthony nodded as they entered the ballroom. “Certainly,” he responded, quickly. The notion of ensuring the young lady was well hydrated sat well with him. He didn’t know what it was to swoon, but he could imagine it made one very dizzy.
As they swept by a small group of debutants chittering away, Anthony caught the eye of a server. He elegantly made to pick up a glass of circulating… something, and then hesitated. All the drinks here tonight seemed to be spiced with something a little extraordinary. He wasn’t sure if handing Ms. Malfoy something obscure was the best idea. “Erm— might you have anything delicate for the lady? Predictable?” He asked the man dressed as a joker. The server nodded and gestured to hand over a glass of some clearer looking liquid. “Lemonade, sir,” he said. “Ah yes,” Anthony accepted the glass and made to pass it over. “Will this do?” He asked the lady.
Anthony considered making a comment then as to appreciating the sentiment. He should rather like to see Ms. Malfoy again, even if by proxy of his baby cousin. It seemed a little too forward to admit as much however, even with a jocular hint at protecting her from rats again, so he held the quip back. Instead, Anthony nodded as they entered the ballroom. “Certainly,” he responded, quickly. The notion of ensuring the young lady was well hydrated sat well with him. He didn’t know what it was to swoon, but he could imagine it made one very dizzy.
As they swept by a small group of debutants chittering away, Anthony caught the eye of a server. He elegantly made to pick up a glass of circulating… something, and then hesitated. All the drinks here tonight seemed to be spiced with something a little extraordinary. He wasn’t sure if handing Ms. Malfoy something obscure was the best idea. “Erm— might you have anything delicate for the lady? Predictable?” He asked the man dressed as a joker. The server nodded and gestured to hand over a glass of some clearer looking liquid. “Lemonade, sir,” he said. “Ah yes,” Anthony accepted the glass and made to pass it over. “Will this do?” He asked the lady.