Ezra peered at her, curious. He remembered — now that she had prompted him to — her mother. He remembered hosting the Hunnifords for dinner parties several years ago, though he couldn't recall why. Probably her mother was a friend of his mother, he imagined. As for why they hadn't continued coming for dinner parties, that seemed obvious: his family had been rather a disaster in recent years. Byron's breakdown, his father's gradual but continuous decline, his own struggles. It seemed entirely reasonable the Hunnifords had cut contact.

She would have been at those dinner parties, though, unless she had good reason not to be. She was old enough that she wouldn't have still been in Hogwarts, he didn't think. Maybe traveling? Or maybe she was another person he had met and subsequently forgotten.

"Interesting," he said, scribbling down a note. "And had we met, prior to today?"

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