“Yes,” Jemima agreed, nodding as fervently as she dared without ruining their dancesteps. “Yes, it does. I shall miss it.” In truth, she would be glad to get out of school in two years and leave behind all the peers who had not gotten to know anything of her, beyond what had been embarrassingly unveiled of her innermost thoughts. They were a base, cruel bunch, and she would be pleased to be beyond it, and only meeting handsome eligible gentlemen who would never reduce themselves to laughing at her expense.
The Coming Out Ball was so far an exception to Hogwarts’ failures, Jemima allowed. Case in point.
And he had now mentioned quidditch. He might be out of her league in status, but she was ready for this. A little teasing, a little flattery, oodles of interest, let him talk about whatever he liked. “Oh, well then!” Jemima exclaimed, a little more animated. “I grew up near Tutshill, I’m afraid, so the Tornadoes are the team I am doomed to follow,” she said sweetly, “but as far as I know, the Chudley Cannons are usually a fierce contender.” She made an attempt to flutter her lashes. “What position do you play?”
The Coming Out Ball was so far an exception to Hogwarts’ failures, Jemima allowed. Case in point.
And he had now mentioned quidditch. He might be out of her league in status, but she was ready for this. A little teasing, a little flattery, oodles of interest, let him talk about whatever he liked. “Oh, well then!” Jemima exclaimed, a little more animated. “I grew up near Tutshill, I’m afraid, so the Tornadoes are the team I am doomed to follow,” she said sweetly, “but as far as I know, the Chudley Cannons are usually a fierce contender.” She made an attempt to flutter her lashes. “What position do you play?”
