"Oh, no," Jules said immediately, despite the fact that she had begun wandering this direction in case she ended up doing that very thing. Having run into Miss Smith had distracted her, though, and she'd almost entirely forgotten her plan to try and get Zach to audition, much less that she was contemplating joining him just to ensure he went through with it. "No, you're right. I'm not the type. My mother and sister are here," she explained, with a vague wave towards the ballroom. "Doing those 'society-women-planning-things' sorts of things. And my mother has this thing about trying to get me out of the house basically any time I'm in the house," she continued. She was making fun of her mother a bit, but doing so without any trace of malice. She was hardly the conventional daughter, and was grateful that her parents and her siblings allowed her as much flexibility as they did. If she'd had her druthers, she might have only left the house to conduct research at the library and to check her post box at the Diagon Alley post office, and that probably wasn't a very healthy way to live. Some occasional socializing was probably good for her. At the very least, she couldn't begrudge them their efforts to force it on her every now and then.