Despite his reassurances, Tilda's cheeks flushed, and she was tempted to temporarily hide her face from him while the flush subsided. It was obvious from her profession why she was no debutante of society. It rarely bothered her, but seeing as the encounters she and Mr. Scamander had had in the past resulted in injury to his person, Tilda was surprised she hadn't scared him off yet.

Her stomach jumped at the thought of a walk along the beach. Their encounters thus far had really only been amongst the hospital ward or at various society balls, and the idea of a walk, just the two of them (plus chaperone) was something she found herself quite enthused about. "I'd be happy to, Mr. Scamander." She replied, with a glance at the shore whose view rested just above his shoulder. "I shouldn't be more than a minute."

It was easy to goad a chaperone away from the festivities. Tilda only had to search for the one that looked uncommonly sallow at the prospect of having to watch ladies dance the night away whilst they rested at the sides, unable to do so. The idea of a walk along the shore only having to stay a distance behind them and within eyesight suited the chaperone quite well. In fact, the chaperone semed to be more enthusiastic about a walk along the beach than they did! Tilda hastened back to Mr. Scamander, chaperone in tow, with a smile on her face. "Shall we?"

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