"Miss Scamander," she said brightly, allowing him to rest his arm on her upper back. He was just as tall as Mr. Scrimgeour; she only hoped he was just as light as on his feet.

As the music began, Helga focused her attention on the steps, but could not allow a dance with a stranger to go without conversation.

"So tell me, Mr. King, were you a Hufflepuff at school? I think I remember you from when I was a young student." He looked more familiar up close; she was almost certain they'd shared a house.

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