Benevolences dark blue summer dress was charmed to offer some sort of protection from the heat, but she had still paired it with a parosol to keep her fair skin shielded from the late summer sun.  It had been a warm morning, which had given way to a hot summers afternoon and the fairly relaxed atmosphere of the garden party had been a welcome relief after a week of rather stuffy balls. She had just finished a turned in the rose garden, catching up with an old year mate and had been heading in the direction of the refreshments tables when she spotted him.

Benevolence tried to control the flush she felt creeping up her neck when Mister Crouch approached.  It had been some months since she had seen him, and she could hardly deny that she had more than a passing interest in Mister Crouch.  She would deny that if asked of course, but she had realised at more than one social event that she had been looking for his face in the crowd, hoping to see him at whatever ball or garden party she had been attending. 

She laughed at his joke, the horticulturalist in her beaming that she was to be associated with fine gardens in his mind, 'It is going ver well sir, I believe the locals are using it to grow vegetables for community use which is a wonderful use of the space' she breezed back, glad of his direct question while she recovered her powers of conversation. 'It will perhaps never be as exotic or fine as this one, but those who enjoy it, are getting the use of it' she explained with no small amount of pride. 'My thanks again for your assistance, it was invaluable.'

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