Titles didn't matter as much in the wizarding world, and Phillip knew that. It was why he'd told her just to call him Mr. Darlington. My Lord felt too formal, anyway, when they'd first met because he'd accidentally transfigured his hand into a paw. He'd talk with her about it more at a later date, when it actually became important.

Well. It was about to become important, so he probably should talk about it during his visit today.

"That's quite all right," he replied. "I don't want to impose too terribly. Is your father here?" He knew he ought to discuss his intentions with Mr. Ruskin, but failing that, her stepmother would do just fine as a chaperone. And perhaps in the new year he could take her for a day to his estate, for a ride in the snow.

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