Poppy was surprised, perhaps, that Miss Victoire Malfoy was acquainted with her cousin, but thrilled nonetheless. It would seem Atticus was out there trying, and if the young Miss Malfoy’s pedigree was anything like her sister’s, then she was as fine a choice as any. She wasn’t sure how pitting the two against one another would fair, but Poppy resolved to stay out of it in as much as she could. So far she very much liked both of the sisters and was hopeful one of them would be her new sister-in-law cousin. Grinning at Miss Victoire, Poppy nodded. “He is a marvelous gentleman, but I might be biased,” she teased lightly.

Laughing a little at Miss Malfoy’s comment about her socks, Poppy nodded. “Oh I can certainly imagine,” she replied. The brunette knew she, too, would be spending the majority of the day laid up tomorrow with throbbing feet. Blushing again, she tilted her head gently away from the following compliment. “Thank you. I was very excited to see how it came together after so much preparation!” Then, tittering for a topic less about her and more inclusive, Poppy turned back conspiratorially towards Miss Estelle and Atticus and linked her arm through Miss Victoire’s.

“He brought his owl,” she sighed, dramatically. “I do love him, but sometimes I wonder if he’d marry Merlin if given the chance…”

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