Poppy made no move to follow, but her eyes did track him as he took (his?) seat, lingering for several long moments before she returned to her own. Even as she reclaimed her seat and was rejoined by her cousin, the witch could not shake the image of his face—and not in an oooh, how handsome! sort of way either. Would he be alright, she wondered?

Poppy knew she was destined to never know.