The fact that the last few minutes of conversation had not been disastrous had been almost miraculous. Perhaps she was not the worst; if she could talk to magical royalty than she could surely speak to any other gentleman who looked her way - and Mr. Lestrange had looked her way, if only for a moment, and he'd smiled and she'd smiled and she escaped that topic of conversation without making a fool of herself.
But then Verity went and talked about quidditch, demonstrating how much better at conversation in general she was. Grace took a breath and felt a disappointed shudder wash through her body upon exhaling. Maybe she should just shut up and let Verity talk. Everyone would prefer that - and wouldn't she? Truly?
She sat back in her chair, her fork in hand and her eyes on her lap once again, trying to figure out what she could add to the conversation.
But then Verity went and talked about quidditch, demonstrating how much better at conversation in general she was. Grace took a breath and felt a disappointed shudder wash through her body upon exhaling. Maybe she should just shut up and let Verity talk. Everyone would prefer that - and wouldn't she? Truly?
She sat back in her chair, her fork in hand and her eyes on her lap once again, trying to figure out what she could add to the conversation.
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