Chastity enjoyed events like this, where she didn't need to leave the confines of Irvingly to enjoy mingling among society, especially in a very informal way. It was something well within her comfort zone. And anyway, she'd always liked flowers--perhaps the least controversial of all of Chastity's admittedly most uncontroversial opinions.
She had parked herself with a pastry in the picnic area and thankfully did not have a mouthful of food just at the moment when someone walked up to her. Looking up, Chastity said, "Oh, yes, of course," before shifting over unnecessarily--there was plenty of room already, after all. It was only then that it registered that she recognized the man. "Professor Skeeter, isn't it?" It felt like a lifetime ago since Chastity had been at Hogwarts.
She had parked herself with a pastry in the picnic area and thankfully did not have a mouthful of food just at the moment when someone walked up to her. Looking up, Chastity said, "Oh, yes, of course," before shifting over unnecessarily--there was plenty of room already, after all. It was only then that it registered that she recognized the man. "Professor Skeeter, isn't it?" It felt like a lifetime ago since Chastity had been at Hogwarts.