Well, that was certainly intriguing. It wasn't anything she had heard before, and it was the sort of thing that she thought people would care about — people meaning the sorts of people who read Witch Weekly, anyway. Mrs. Lestrange had had so little compunction in telling it to her, however, that Juliana wondered if it was really much of a secret. Suppose this was all old news? It wouldn't do if Meredith Watchword seemed to be behind the times on everything except the happenings in the garden on Valentine's Day. And then, speaking of old news, there was another problematic piece of this: why bring it up now? No, if she wanted to write about this she would need some better hook for it. Maybe something to do with how Mrs. Lestrange kept suggesting that Mr. Crouch was tired. Was that code for something, maybe?

"Goodness, what an adventure!" she said with what she hoped was an appropriately enthusiastic tone. In the meantime, her mind was working to try and determine how best to springboard from this into something more useful. "It must have been quite the experience, reconnecting with someone who had been so important to you. It's a shame he seemed... what was it you said? Tired?"