As a rule Enoch felt obliged to declare any event his mother threw to be a success but he had to concede that this was a tad on the twee side for him. There were children running around for fuck’s sake – what on earth had she been thinking? It was elegantly done of course, nothing his mother did would be anything else, but still, it was far from his usual preference.

Under his mother’s watchful gaze he had tried to get involved, but despite their excellent heritage neither of Olivia Pendergast’s daughters could hold his interest for too long. (Merlin the mother had though - that had been a woman!)

Fortunately he didn’t appear to be the only one less than enthused. As Miss Pendergast ran away like a child and Mrs Abercrombie followed in a much more dignified manner he was left with the youngest of the group, who looked about as impressed with proceedings as he felt.

“Nonsense Miss Lestrange, we’ll simply call it as a win for us,” he said, blindingly handing both mallets to the nearest servant. “They left the playing field after all – a technical victory is still a victory.”

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Indecently attractive set by MJ