Had they been somewhere else (and had she been a more graceful dancer) Dot might have humored him. As it was, she cast a glance at the other customers in the shop and swatted his hand away. "I shan't make a fool of myself in a shop on a Sunday morning," she said, with a tone that affected pride though she was biting back a smile as she said it. "But if you ask me in a ballroom, you can have as many dances as you please."

It was not done to give a gentleman more than one or two dances over the course of an evening, but for Lissington Dot felt she could make an exception. Honestly, if she ever were to marry, he would be an amicable choice. She didn't expect that she would ever marry, but if she were forced to make a decision — if her father were determined to see her wed, for example — she might as well marry someone like him. He could keep flitting around the globe or teaching at Hogwarts or whatever it was he liked, and she could go about her business. The only real inconvenience would be changing the names on all of her business cards and advertisements.

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