"Oh? Tonight is my first time playing," Ophelia commented offhandedly. This could have been a sore point in some contexts, as it highlighted the fact that Ophelia had not grown up accustomed to the sort of lifestyle she now enjoyed. She hadn't spend her childhood playing posh card games in preparation for dinner parties, but rather roaming the family's part-farm-part-zoological park and learning about the wiles of magical creatures from her eccentric father. In this case, however, Ophelia was more inclined to see it as a point of pride; she had only played a few hands and was already doing quite well, and Miss Blackwood had already admitted she was likely to lose after having had a lifetime to practice.

"Grace is, I think, the only positive attribute ever assigned to a loser," she said with a smirk, "So it's good that you've mastered it, Miss Blackwood. I shan't feel guilty about beating you, if you're so well practiced at salvaging your dignity."