Though their siblings couldn't be more different, Tilda felt some semblance of relief at the mention of Helga. Though she would never be embarrassed by Lach, society's views of her family could be brutal, and it didn't seem that Eugene cared much about those sorts of things; just as she barely batted an eye at his youngest sister. It could be said Tilda was just as much of a failure at being a debutante.

At the mention of his mother and father, Tilda fixed her gaze on him, curious for more information on life at home. Were his family the doting kind, like her mother and father? Or were they distant? Had they been quite involved in raising their children, or was there a nanny? All of these questions had rushed to her lips, but instead she held her tongue and she only asked one, "Are Mr. and Mrs. Scamander fond of each other, then?"

Another shiver swept through her and she picked up the bottle of wine to take another swig.

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