"Well, Miss Scamander is hardly the next Miss Finch," Ophelia said soothingly. "But don't trouble yourself, Nova, we'll find someone perfectly suited for him. I've no doubt about it at all. I do think Miss Scamander ought to make your dinner party list," she recommended. "At least until we've gotten a better name to replace her with. It's a shame her brother isn't more well-placed; it would make so much more sense to include her if he had some important job in the Ministry, or something. I suppose we could invite her parents instead, but then it seems rather obvious, doesn't it?" she reflected, with a slight frown. It was a puzzle she would have to return to later. Perhaps Miss Scamander wouldn't end up making the cut after all.

Scanning through her mental catalogue of eligible young ladies, Ophelia frowned. "Miss Belby ought not to be entertained. I expect you saw the latest Witch Weekly where she was featured. She's already tarnished your brother by association and I'm sure they've not exchanged more than a few words. He should find himself decidedly damaged if they were to become attached," she declared.