Zelda exhaled, lowered her empty champagne glass, because Roslyn was playing nice, and that meant that she would not be going for Alfred's jugular for at least a few minutes. Maybe long enough for them to earn some breathing room, too?

It was more at ease, with something approximating her regular voice, that Zelda added, "I was glad to see him moderating today, at least." She had not been, but it was not worth telling Ros that her husband made Zelda feel a little intimidated. "And I don't mind it much, especially when it's not a nasty catastrophe. I'll have to root for Professor Darrow's grandson, if secretly." She smiled, quick and genuine - a real catastrophe would have her dragged into the Ministry regardless of the hour of the incident.

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