Ginny smiled and flashed a thankful smile to the tea girl who deposited a tea cup, and a side plate in front of her. The tea pot levitated and magically decanted tea into her awaiting cup. All the better to subtly check out the goings on in the café. Ginny giggled into the teacup at her friends comment. ’I wonder what they dared to do’ her voice full of the sort of scandalous interest. ’An broken engagement perhaps!’ she laughed, it was entirely speculation, but then as young readers of Witch Weekly, it was exactly the sort of society gossip that any of them could be induced to ready in the renowned gossip rag.

’Oh!’ Ginny exclaimed, as the lady slapped the man full force across the cheek, drawing the attention of the entire café, not just the small group clustered in the corner. There was a smattering of gasps and polite exclamations. ’Oh definitely a broken engagement!’She confirmed in a whisper to her friends, ’But who would want to marry him,’ for all of her virtues, Ginny was the daughter of a wealthy pureblood, the idea of marrying anything other than the right sort was anathema.

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