Ophelia kept her expression neutral and returned her eyes to her garment. The name meant nothing to her. She knew the Greengrass family was one of the old pureblood ones — one of them had married a Lestrange, she thought — but to the best of her knowledge no individual members had done anything to distinguish themselves recently in the eye of society. At least, not in any of the ways Ophelia cared about. What was more, it gave her no clue as to what had brought the young woman to her table. Her compliments, though well deserved, could not possibly have been the real reason.

"Thank you. Nothing too spectacular, of course, but that would decidedly detract from our charitable motives," she said demurly. "Are you a Rose, Miss Greengrass?" she asked, already knowing she was not. "I only wonder at our not having met before. You are obviously not a student. We ought to have attended some parties together, I would think."