Grace stared at her plate through the exchange between Mr. Lestrange and her mother, only to be brought right back into the conversation by her brother, and - oh she did love Noble, but did he really have to make her think? She knew she liked cards, but the moment she was asked directly about it all of her knowledge about card games went right out the window, and she could not even remember the name of the one she liked. She could envision it in her head, the shuffling of the cards and the tapping them with her wand, but what in Merlin's name was the name of it?
She realized after a solid five seconds that she'd been staring blankly at her brother, so naturally she flashed the same blank stare at everyone at the table, as if they might offer the answer for her, before her eyes landed on Mr. Lestrange and it finally clicked.
"Oh - exploding snap!" she said, a bit too excitedly, only to realize that her voice had echoed in the small dining room. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink. "Oh - I like Écarté, too." If only she'd thought of that first.
She realized after a solid five seconds that she'd been staring blankly at her brother, so naturally she flashed the same blank stare at everyone at the table, as if they might offer the answer for her, before her eyes landed on Mr. Lestrange and it finally clicked.
"Oh - exploding snap!" she said, a bit too excitedly, only to realize that her voice had echoed in the small dining room. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink. "Oh - I like Écarté, too." If only she'd thought of that first.
