At the sound of the doorbell, Noble stood and followed his sisters and mother into the dining room. Instead of sitting right away, he stood at the foot of the table, steadying himself for the rest of the evening — with the ring of the doorbell there was no longer anything he could do to get out of this without it being a whole thing, so if he was going to share his trepidations with anyone, he should have earlier.
When Ford and Lestrange came in, his first impression of the Quidditch player was just the word short, and he smiled as Ford introduced them all. Lestrange didn't look like magical royalty. Noble didn't think anyone looked like magical royalty, because they didn't use titles, and titles seemed like an important part of it. Should he ask Verity about that? Probably not during dinner, but —
"Oh, of course," Noble said, because he couldn't think of a less enthusiastic way to do so at the moment. Without any theatrical flair, he used the corkscrew to open the bottle, and moved to pour it into everyone's glasses, starting with his mother's.
When Ford and Lestrange came in, his first impression of the Quidditch player was just the word short, and he smiled as Ford introduced them all. Lestrange didn't look like magical royalty. Noble didn't think anyone looked like magical royalty, because they didn't use titles, and titles seemed like an important part of it. Should he ask Verity about that? Probably not during dinner, but —
"Oh, of course," Noble said, because he couldn't think of a less enthusiastic way to do so at the moment. Without any theatrical flair, he used the corkscrew to open the bottle, and moved to pour it into everyone's glasses, starting with his mother's.
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