It just takes time was not what she wanted to hear. As mortifying as it would have been to discover that she had been doing something wrong, or missing a step, at least that would be something she could fix. Just waiting, on the other hand, and having nothing to respond to the rumors with in the meantime, seemed quite unbearable. His last sentence, though, made her brighten considerably.

"A getaway?" she asked with a smile. "Somewhere abroad?" She hadn't done any traveling since her honeymoon. She had always imagined once she was married she would have leisure to travel whenever she liked (since, to her mind, Armando had been the primary force preventing her from doing so before), but during their first year of marriage that hadn't been the case. Between the social season and the Quidditch season, very little of the year was left when they were not engaged in the British Isles, and of course there had been the unpleasantness with the fog to contend with this year, too. Ophelia could travel on her own, she supposed, after the social season but before the Quiddditch Cup, but why would she want to? She wanted to be with her husband, particularly during the Christmas season.