His grimace only drew a broader grin from Ida, who felt reassured by that sort of reaction. Someone more pompous might be happy to get all the credit, even where it wasn’t due. Mister Greengrass seemed a bit humble about whatever he did; it wasn’t a quality Ida necessarily looked for, but it was an indicator of a good human, she thought.

“Oh,” Her brown eyes widened slightly as he revealed that it was a Lestrange – she could see why. The Lestranges were one of the most prominent wizarding families, and even in brief passing encounters she could surmise that the vast majority had sticks up their butts. There was a fundamental difference between families like hers and theirs. A line she’ll certainly never broach, no matter how dolled up Poppy made her for these fancy balls. It’s not about one’s appearance. So his candid remark earned an small giggle, which was possibly the girliest sound Ida was capable of emitting (and she hated it). Her hand had gone to cover her mouth again.

“You’re probably right about that,” she agreed once recovered. Before them, it looked like the gallop they decided to miss was in full swing. It was with a pensive look at them that Ida idly commented, “I have a friend that just married into the Lestranges, actually,” though to be honest, she and Adrienne had fallen somewhat out of touch. The courtship and engagement – it all happened so quickly. With a slight frown, “It happened so quick. Though I suppose all the old families have their children’s fates arranged from the womb,” she sighed. The comment was thoughtless, but it hinted at how she felt– the hasty marriage bothered her, not that she had any reason to have any opinion on the matter at all. Perhaps it simply hit too close to home what her own fate might be, if she wasn’t careful around her father. Everyone was in such a rush with these things.

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