Seraphina had first met Calliope during Hogwarts. It had only taken her moments to place her as part of the right set and as such she felt completely at ease with Calliope, or as much as she ever did with anyone, after all she was all too aware of the way of the world.

She gracefully dropped onto a chair as if they were in the common room back at school, her skirts flaring about her artfully. “Well enough. Yourself?”

Any witch worth her salt in their society knew to try and keep herself out of Witch Weekly. It happened of course, from time to time, but a lady should show better decorum than to allow it to get to that. Something that the former Miss Dippet could certainly learn a thing or two from. But Seraphina chuckled, knowing that Calliope, like herself, poured over the pages to stay informed on those not as smart as themselves. “Little enough mischief, I’m afraid. What with this winter and all I’m afraid I’m rather dull.” Seraphina replied lightly, waving it away. It was true enough given the winter so far, although she wasn’t sure if Calliope had yet to catch wind of Seraphina’s brush with the pink letters this fall, she had thought she’d swept up the whole mess rather well - other than an underlying desire to to prove the current Mrs. Devine quite unsuited to the job. “But enough of me, what of yourself?”