This was treacherous ground (metaphorically; the dance floor itself was impeccable) and Julius knew he could not unburden himself upon Miss Scrimgeour with the tale of love lost.

"My dear sister suggested to me that I might be spending too much time focused upon my work," the wizard allowed instead, chuckling, "and as she possesses a great deal more wisdom than I myself can claim, I thought it best to take her advice. I admit," Julius added, "I have not yet been given cause to regret my decision in that regard!"