The venomous glare aimed towards Noble wouldn't be missed by anyone, she knew. In fact, the glare was her only means of response as the immediate replies to come to mind would paint her as a rude, undignified woman. Noble's sense of humor grated on her more often than not (the comment about drowning on a rowboat still irked her). No, she wouldn't respond, but when she one day worked her way into his workshop all his ingredients would be rearranged in the most nonsensical order.

"You're friends?!" She continued shrieking. "You have three unwed sisters and never once thought it prudent to mention you're friends with what is essentially magical royalty?!" She was wasting valuable time yelling at him, but Ford had to realize why this was such a grave mistake. Even if none of the Greengrass girls were to marry him, just the connections and potenial invitations to the parties alone was worth the effort of impressing him.

She was fuming, steam rising from her ears. How she would be expected to simmer down in time for dinner was another serious affront by Ford. "Of course it's that important! He's a Lestrange!" There were exceptions to every rule, and Cassius Lestrange was the exception to her quidditch one.

"And of course he will be offended, Grace! Merlin's beard! How does anyone expect us to have a successful season with such nonsense!" She fumed as she stalked from the room to go order their housekeeper about.