A small smile tilted her lips at the mention of sketching brooms. But any inquiries further about it were stopped by his admission that he was considering designing brooms again. She had been bringing her drink to her lips when he had mentioned it and stopped, the mug hovering for a moment by her mouth for a moment before she placed it back down. A true (and what she hoped was encouraging) smile was on her lips. "Really?"

Sisse considered his question, taking a sip of the butterbeer to give her time to collect her thoughts. Delicately she set her mug back on the table, watching the surface gently move within the wood. "I'll debut, have my season." Once this thought had made her smile. Now that it was so close though it had begun to lose its luster. She still looked forward to the balls and dinners, the gowns and the dream of romance, but what it all meant, where it would lead. It was less like a fairy tale or a romance novel now, and more like.... she didn't quite know the word for it.

"Nothing very interesting, truthfully. But tell me of your design ideas! They are much more interesting." Then my impending doom. She finished in her head, trying to steer the conversation away. She had always wanted a great romance, a love of her life. She had thought she'd fallen in love or close to love several times before. But they were childish fancies. She could see that now. Childish fancies that had broken her heart and lost her friends. What if her season, her supposed great romance was nothing more than anotehr heartbreak?