The light returned, and good-natured ball-goers in Gideon's line of sight began to remove their masks. Fleetingly, the wizard raised his hand to do the same, only to drop it when he saw the young lady—the other healer, he noted with pleasant surprise—was in no hurry to remove her own.
A smile played at his lips. If she wished to prolong the anonymity, well, that would only make the sight of her face all the sweeter when she finally graced him with it.
(Gideon knew he ought to know something, but did not know what that something was.)
"Could it be, then," he chuckled, "that we are no strangers?"
That, Gideon thought as soon as he said it, would have been impossible; she must work at St Mungo's, for the only Hogsmeade healer half so enchanting was Miss Chevalier, and he would most assuredly know deep with in him if it was Miss Chevalier before him, would he not?
A smile played at his lips. If she wished to prolong the anonymity, well, that would only make the sight of her face all the sweeter when she finally graced him with it.
(Gideon knew he ought to know something, but did not know what that something was.)
"Could it be, then," he chuckled, "that we are no strangers?"
That, Gideon thought as soon as he said it, would have been impossible; she must work at St Mungo's, for the only Hogsmeade healer half so enchanting was Miss Chevalier, and he would most assuredly know deep with in him if it was Miss Chevalier before him, would he not?