Charles wasn't all too sure what to make of the expression on the other man's face but fortunately it softened a little and he opted for pretending not to have noticed. There was probably nothing he could do about it anyway. "She sees a great deal of my mother," not surprising at all considering she was more than practically living with his mother now. "And make no mistake, I hold my mother in the highest regard and she was a perfect mother, but it seems grandmothers are different creatures entirely." He thought she was a perfect grandmama too but he feared she was too soft and doted on her too much. Grandmothers were all well and good but they were supposed to be experienced in moderation - much like bonbons.

Would Tatiana be able to provide his daughter with the firm hand she required? He hadn't considered this and there was no real way to find out until it was too late to change his mind. It seemed unlikely that this would be the one way in which Miss Lestrange would fail to meet his expectations, and if it was... Well it would be easier to send the girl off for an education before Hogwarts than to find a woman who could improve upon perfection. "You have a young daughter yourself, don't you?" He probably had a well behaved and properly adjusted child, a child whose mother wasn't the single worst example of womankind to ever have entered society like Noelle. He was almost envious.

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