“Truly.” Jeremy affirmed. The look on her face was worth the offer. He couldn’t quite place it, but he knew he would be happy to see it on her face yet again. Perhaps he might be rewarded with it again if he were able to find a chance to teach her.
“Perhaps I might join you for a ride one day?” Like most of the members of his social sphere he had learned to ride at an early age as well as to fly. Granted his mother, if he recalled correctly, preferred the riding to the flying. Looking back he really couldn’t blame her. Less far to fall from a horse than a broom.
But there was a look on her face, similar to the look on her face when he mentioned teaching her to fly, as she spoke about the outside in the summer. It made him want to join her in the gardens, even if he’d found gardening terribly dull. Perhaps when the weather was warmer he might contrive to have his sister or mother host a picnic and invite Miss Sinclair. He suspected she’d love it. They could even have it in the park here in town so she might get the chance to visit again. He held his thoughts to his own confidence though, not wanting to disappoint if he were not able to arrange such a feat. Not to mention he found he rather looked forward to an opportunity to surprise Miss Sinclair in the months to come.
Ah, just what did he do with his days? Jeremy always found his answers to this question unsatisfactory. “I fear it’s terribly dull.” He admitted with a shrug, taking a sip of his champagne and looking out at the crowd around them. “I help my father with our estate.” They owned plenty of properties to manage outside of Hogsmeade as well, including their original manor. “It amounts to an awful large amount of paperwork. I would much rather join you outside reading.” He smiled at her, his gaze pulling away from the rest of the room again.
“And when it is winter, how do you occupy your time then?” He deftly turned the conversation back to Miss Sinclair, although he was beginning to think he had begun to monopolize her company. He ought to let the other gentleman have a chance to speak with her. But a moment or two more of selfishness to enjoy her company and conversation wouldn’t hurt, would it?
“Perhaps I might join you for a ride one day?” Like most of the members of his social sphere he had learned to ride at an early age as well as to fly. Granted his mother, if he recalled correctly, preferred the riding to the flying. Looking back he really couldn’t blame her. Less far to fall from a horse than a broom.
But there was a look on her face, similar to the look on her face when he mentioned teaching her to fly, as she spoke about the outside in the summer. It made him want to join her in the gardens, even if he’d found gardening terribly dull. Perhaps when the weather was warmer he might contrive to have his sister or mother host a picnic and invite Miss Sinclair. He suspected she’d love it. They could even have it in the park here in town so she might get the chance to visit again. He held his thoughts to his own confidence though, not wanting to disappoint if he were not able to arrange such a feat. Not to mention he found he rather looked forward to an opportunity to surprise Miss Sinclair in the months to come.
Ah, just what did he do with his days? Jeremy always found his answers to this question unsatisfactory. “I fear it’s terribly dull.” He admitted with a shrug, taking a sip of his champagne and looking out at the crowd around them. “I help my father with our estate.” They owned plenty of properties to manage outside of Hogsmeade as well, including their original manor. “It amounts to an awful large amount of paperwork. I would much rather join you outside reading.” He smiled at her, his gaze pulling away from the rest of the room again.
“And when it is winter, how do you occupy your time then?” He deftly turned the conversation back to Miss Sinclair, although he was beginning to think he had begun to monopolize her company. He ought to let the other gentleman have a chance to speak with her. But a moment or two more of selfishness to enjoy her company and conversation wouldn’t hurt, would it?