If she would have admitted out loud that she did not immediately recognize the man as Mr. Lestrange she would have earned bewildered expression from both mother and Verity, but the truth was she did not. She'd expected someone different, someone taller, perhaps—not that it was of any consequence, and most men looked short next to Ford, but he possessed less of the devilish handsomeness that she'd expected of "magical royalty" and was altogether - normal.
She peeked from behind her mother and offered him a smile, but it was shy and hesitant and she even had to resist the desire to simply wave, because that would be weird and would have earned her a look from everyone at the table.
"Yes, it's a pleasure," she said quietly, her gaze dropping from Mr. Lestrange to the floor in front of his feet, her little smile still on her face.
She peeked from behind her mother and offered him a smile, but it was shy and hesitant and she even had to resist the desire to simply wave, because that would be weird and would have earned her a look from everyone at the table.
"Yes, it's a pleasure," she said quietly, her gaze dropping from Mr. Lestrange to the floor in front of his feet, her little smile still on her face.
