’It almost certainly is!’ Ginny confirmed, positioning her menu in such a way that she was able to look over the top and watch the couple while seemingly putting a great deal of consideration into sandwich or scone choice.

’Is he?’ Ginny trailed off her nose wrinkled as she struggled to place the man’s name. ’oh you know him!’ she flustered, ’He was that son, you know!’ she continued, struggling for the detail that seemed to be lost somewhere in her memory. ’He was a muggleborn I think, the rich one who had all of those gambling debts!’ She hoped someone else would remember the story. ’He got engaged, then his father died and they delayed the wedding for the mourning, and in year between after the death he lost everything!’ she clarified. They hadn’t moved in the same circles which is why she didn’t know his name, only the salacious details of his demise. ’I thought the engagement was already broken!- but perhaps not.’

Ginny set her menu down finally, no longer needing to observe the couple directly. ’He must have some hope that she will have him yet.’. The serving girl confirmed her order and collected her menu.

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