“Yes, him,” Calliope agreed carelessly. “The one that eloped with the Lockhart girl.” She had never thought much of quidditch players. Too many bludgers to the head did irreparable damage to the brain.
The romantic sorts were just as predisposed to be reckless. Mrs. Devine did seem one to potentially get caught up in a flight of fancy, as happy and settled as she might seem now. “And when there is a history of those sorts of affairs, one cannot doubt there will be tangles again.” She sipped her tea serenely, hoping Seraphina was soaking up all these hints of future trouble with pleasure. (Clearly this disdain for Ophelia stemmed from somewhere deliberate. She was curious to know where.) “And what will poor Mr. Devine do then?”
The romantic sorts were just as predisposed to be reckless. Mrs. Devine did seem one to potentially get caught up in a flight of fancy, as happy and settled as she might seem now. “And when there is a history of those sorts of affairs, one cannot doubt there will be tangles again.” She sipped her tea serenely, hoping Seraphina was soaking up all these hints of future trouble with pleasure. (Clearly this disdain for Ophelia stemmed from somewhere deliberate. She was curious to know where.) “And what will poor Mr. Devine do then?”
