As the music played on, Addie and Seneca continued to dance, their movements a seamless harmony of elegance and grace. Her gaze locked with Seneca's as they swirled together on the dance floor. Adrestia enjoyed the unspoken understanding between them, a shared defiance against the expectations that sought to define their lives. Even more than the darkness that controlled her heart, and it brought a soft smile to Addie's lips.

There was a fire within Miss Lestrange, a determination that mirrored Addie's own quest for justice and revenge. "I have a feeling, Seneca, that we may cross paths again in the future," she continued, her words tinged with a sense of intrigue. "Or at least I very much hope so." she added, having not been especially close to the Lestranges before, Seneca could be a useful 'in'.

"I must say, Seneca, this dance has been the highlight of my evening," Addie admitted with a soft chuckle, Their steps wove a tapestry of silent communication as they danced, and Addie couldn't help but wonder what other secrets lay hidden behind Seneca's enigmatic gaze. She sensed a depth within the Lestrange debutante, a well of untapped potential waiting to be unleashed. She wondered what this young lady might have achieved with Ramdas' tuteledge.