It suited Hermia just fine to veer away from mentions of her future. No matter how she put her mind to the task, she couldn't decide what she wanted next, not really. She was mostly certain she would avoid a match she didn't agree on, but it was still a frightening possibility. She'd much rather focus on someone's art.

Smiling indulgently as Mr. Echelon raved about his muse, Hermia couldn't help but blush a little at the very in-depth description of her former housemate. Perhaps this was just how artists spoke, but it was rather intimate to her ears. It wasn't her place to make such an observation, of course. "We are distantly acquainted. Mr. Darrow was my housemate and his grandfather is a professor here. I think you've captured him quite well if you can describe him so perfectly." She hoped that was encouraging, but she hadn't seen the work herself.

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