Well clearly that girl's family thought it was. If it hadn't been that she'd been totted around since their fifth year like a prized show pony Rachel might have even thought they might be covering something of a... distinctly feminine nature that would rear its ugly head in roughly nine months with how pushy they were about the whole thing. Though Rachel had enough sense to her that she'd only have voiced that thought in the private company of a home not in the Hogwarts Great Hall. No one seemed to be paying them any mind but she had no desire to tempt fate.

"Though they clearly disagree. And, honestly, I think my mother would too," Ellie snorted, dark eyes shifting away from the dance floor spectacle to look for her mother. "Especially after Annie's 'success' I think my mother might die of disappointment if I don't match well and soon." The thought alone was enough to return her mood to its early state of sour sulking. She'd never had a sore spot for her sister's quick match until that morning. A young lady distinguished by little save for her exceptional height... [and her siblings] Witch Weekly had said before all but implying Rachel wouldn't manage as successful of a season as her sister the next year. She should have saved the article for after the ball but she'd have no reason they'd have said anything but something positive about her let alone expect they attack her height and somehow turn her successful siblings into an attack against her.

But she was promptly distracted by a further ripping noise and it was her turn to gasp. Goodness, even Rachel was starting to form some sort of pity for the girl now. But not for the situation but for the clear lack of common sense Lousia had. "How has this girl handled three years of events and somehow still manage to be this clueless? You think somewhere along the line she'd have at least... you know."