Nervous and tongue-tied, Grace was unable to find the right words so opted instead for a nod. With his cane, Mr. Echelon-Arnost set a slow pace, which was nice. It ensured she didn't walk too fast, stumble over the skirt of her dress, or move her arms in an ungraceful, unfeminine way. Those were the little details her mother picked at, the little details that always weighed on her while out in public.
"Do you live here, then?" she asked, smiling up at him. "In London, I mean. I like the city." Liked was a stretch of the truth to say the least, but she didn't want to bad-mouth it in case he did live here. In truth, Grace didn't enjoy any large city, as everyone was more poised than she, and far more judgmental than those in the village of Hogsmeade.
"Do you live here, then?" she asked, smiling up at him. "In London, I mean. I like the city." Liked was a stretch of the truth to say the least, but she didn't want to bad-mouth it in case he did live here. In truth, Grace didn't enjoy any large city, as everyone was more poised than she, and far more judgmental than those in the village of Hogsmeade.
