"I am." Malou gave a small dreamy smile. "I love music. Especially the symphony. The strings...." She found herself trailing off as if she knew no other way to explain it. At this her cheeks turned slightly pink with embarrassment. Surely Mrs. Bagshot would scold her such unguarded enthusiasm, but it wasn't like Malou was trying to impress the man before her.

"Are you?" She found herself asking. It must be said, the question was mainly to hide her own discomfort, rather than to extend the conversation any longer.