Dot pressed her lips together in a grin at his remarks about the next ball he attended, but made a tsk tsk noise all the same. "If you think inviting a date along to the event where you'll supposedly meet the lady of your dreams is a good idea, it's no wonder you're turning to magical assistance," she declared. "You're quite hopeless, aren't you?" Not that he had ever been known to make much of an effort, as far as she knew. Did he even go to balls, or was he always abroad during the social season? She wasn't going to ask. She didn't go to balls (yet, anyway; that would change if her mother had her way about her upcoming debut) so it wasn't as though she could call him out on the lie.

"What have you done to your poor saint of a sister now?" she asked, all curiosity. She wouldn't necessarily take Figeuroa's side against his, but she was always on the look out for gossip (or, as she preferred to think of it, important bits of loose information that might become useful at any moment). "And what does Hogwarts have to do with anything?" It had been years since anyone in the Lissington family had been a student, as far as she was aware, so it was a strange turn of conversation. Hopefully he wasn't about to reveal some previously unmentioned younger sibling they'd kept cooped up in the attic any time Dot and her mother had paid a neighborly call.

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