Across the lawn Enoch heard the caw of his mother’s raven, a sound that immediately let him know that he was being summoned by the lady of the house for some purpose or other. Presumably his mother had not seen with whom he was conversing – she would be a poor matchmaker indeed to take him away from Miss Seneca Lestrange but he was loathe to upset her and this did rather gave him the upper hand.

“I don’t like doing anything the easy way,” he replied with a slow smile that he would certainly not have allowed to surface had her father been present. “Do excuse me Miss Lestrange. My mother does not believe in the easy way either,” he quipped, holding out his arm for the bird to land upon, letting it rest of his shoulder as he abandoned the game, the lawn but not he hoped any chance of encountering Miss Lestrange again.

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