"Thank you, I played a part in choosing it," Seneca replied with a smile, her previous misstep forgotten. Belphoebe had suggested a garden party, given it was summer, and Seneca didn't want it to be usual, boring garden party that everyone else hosted. Besides, this theme gave her a reason to dress in something resembling wizarding robes, instead of the typical muggle ballgown. Her dress/robe hybrid was long, silver in colour and she was wearing a cloak over it. She kind of wanted to resemble both a dementor and the Patronus that could shoo it away.
"Both my father and my step-mother are former Unspeakables. I confess I wish I could follow their footsteps." Alas, here she was, dancing with Cornelius Flint. "I only wish that my future husband would encourage such aspirations." She looked into his face, awaiting the response for such a statement. Of course Cornelius Flint was in the appropriate pool and if he then and there declared he wanted his future wife to remain in the parlour and the nursery, she wouldn't want to engage with him further.
"Both my father and my step-mother are former Unspeakables. I confess I wish I could follow their footsteps." Alas, here she was, dancing with Cornelius Flint. "I only wish that my future husband would encourage such aspirations." She looked into his face, awaiting the response for such a statement. Of course Cornelius Flint was in the appropriate pool and if he then and there declared he wanted his future wife to remain in the parlour and the nursery, she wouldn't want to engage with him further.