Delilah was happy to have the conversation shifted away from her late husband to something much more manageable, even if Mr. Darrow had been avoiding the body swap conversation all evening. It was probably the one thing they actually had in common at this point, although she found he wasn’t a terrible conversationalist, despite the awkwardness that enveloped them. She hadn’t come face to face with whoever had worn her face yet, but Lila was certain that she’d be just as awkward as he was.

“Knock first.” Delilah echoed with a laugh as she shook her head. “I would have never even considered doing that.” In hindsight she should have felt bad about making him look like a fool but she worked with what she had at the time. She raised her glass to him, her lips softening into a slight smile. “I haven’t met the person who went masquerading as me, and I honestly don’t think I want to. From what I’ve gathered, they didn’t even try to show up at St. Mungo’s. At least they were friendly with my family.” Which was probably for the best – she couldn’t imagine how much damage could have been done if someone was trying to fake their way through healing someone.

“Will you ever owl whoever you were?” Curiosity got the better of her as the question slipped past her lips before she could swallow it.

---