Atticus tilted his head as she shot him a look he knew all too well, and from the corner of his eye he couldn’t help but glance at their mothers. He caught his own mother’s eye and he would swear the Foxwood fortune that it held a glint of mischief in it. “I would venture to say you’re doing a mighty fine job proving to be anything but a disappointment.” Atticus murmured as he turned his attention back to the woman in front of him. Then he chuckled quietly, wondering just how often she played coy for her mother’s sake.

“I promise you Miss Blackwood, boring debutantes aren’t often sought after over in my friend group.” His lips curved into a slight smile. The last time his mother had been so pushy to set him up with someone she’d be dreadfully boring and had less personality than a twig, thus their courtship had ended before it had truly begun. Rose Foxwood, understandably, had been disappointed that her eldest son wouldn’t marry the daughter of her good friend although one night agreed it would be nice to not have to pull conversation out of her for the rest of their lives.

Atticus couldn’t step the grin that spread across his lips as he leaned forward, lowering his voice despite having no one around to overhear him. “I would have to perfect a spell to keep my eyes open, and I can only assume it would be the same for someone as social as you.” Then he picked up his tea and sipped it, taking pause before he cupped his fingers around it as he set it back down. “Please, enlighten me.” He said, flicking his eyes up to blink at her.

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