What was Ms. Gallivan's plan here? To purposely provoke Melody? To ensure she and the world knew just what was and wasn't happening in her marriage bed? Ben had mentioned being discreet in his affairs, but talking to the girl for such a lengthy time at quidditch match wasn't discreet. In fact, it was almost as careless as the countless times Ben approached her when he wasn't supposed to. Holding onto her temper with a vice like grip, Melody maintained her neutral, if not pleasant, expression. "Yes, he's quite busy these days. Nothing he can't handle, though."

If Ms. Gallivan was indeed having an affair with Ben, then she was just about the lowest sort of woman in existence. Time would only tell. "I'm well, thank you. And yourself?" Was she going to have to endure such conversations with all of Ben's mistresses? Talk about books and the weather when they both knew just how much was being left unsaid? "I am, though I tend to prefer nonfiction books. Is that of your interest?" Silly romance novels were part of the reason she had eloped, after all.