Her fan came up to cover her laugh with a sharp snap before leisurely starting to fan the slightly stagnant air towards her face. While the velvet gown certainly looked phenomenal, it really wasn't that breathable. "He's far too old to have gone to school with us. Maybe their fathers were friendly? Or maybe she doesn't. I mean, Mrs. Quibbleberry is getting older. Maybe her eyesight is as poor as his decorum and she simply mistook him for someone else?" There were certainly more far-fetched ideas than either even if both were equally fun to talk about in private conversation.

"But you never know. Her family does seem desperate with having her go to so many social events years before she comes out. Maybe they really aren't that picky about who she marries. Surely you read what Witch Weekly had to say about her this morning. Quick matches never mean anything good." Not that Witch Weekly had said anything all that flattering about Rachel but at least their comments about her had been neutral even if she was sore over them. "It almost makes it look like the Quibbleberrys are trying to hide or cover for something. As if Lousia says out too long then something will come up. So maybe they don't care that his family has less than stellar connections."