At Miss Malfoy's reply, Tilda had to let out a laugh. While preconcieved ideas of upper class debutantes had preceded the blonde, Tilda found her great company and rather amiable in humor. Time would always tell, and it didn't escape Tilda's eye that Miss Malfoy's eyes flickered to the window every now and then, but the healer liked to think the best of people before confirming her suspicions; for now she would see how things played out.

While she and Rosamund were not the most bosom friends, Tilda did feel a certain protectiveness over the younger healer as they were in the same house as well as within the same profession. Though she would most certainly not tell Rosamund, Tilda had to admit dying of regret of erring too much on the side of caution did suit the other healer quite well. While her soul was kind and gentle Tilda would rather eat her own dragons before residing to the fact that Rosamund was a coward –– just perhaps a bit more reserved than she was used to.

Then again, being reserved was not encoded in Tilda's DNA and as such was a bit of a foreign concept. "I do believe," she said, sinking further into her chair in comfort. "there are worse ways to feel about bringing shame upon your family." Then added with another giggle: "Clearly this magazine has already mapped out the endless possibilities of doing so."