Poppy couldn’t help the twinkly little laugh that escaped her at the thought of Merlin taking anyone’s place for a dance with Atticus. Sometimes she wondered if the owl felt even a fraction of the affection for her cousin that Atticus doted on him; for the elder’s sake, she certainly hoped so. “Hopefully not,” Poppy replied, keeping in line with the easy tease. “I have had him locked away in an ivory tower with all the treats he could possibly need!” She chuckled. In truth, he’d really just been confined to one of the bedrooms. But either way, Poppy was glad he was out of her hair. Atticus needed all the focus and attention he could muster to make it through this evening in one piece!
Turning once again to the youngest Ms. Malfoy, Poppy appraised her. She was beautiful in the traditionally gentle, sweet kind of way. She also had an elegance about her that Poppy found exceedingly comfortable. She did so hope they could be friends. She was just about to say something to that effect when suddenly a vulgar hiccup caught her attention. The brunette looked just over her shoulder to see none other than Ms. Twiglett draping herself all over poor Basil! Goodness, was she drunk? He looked so incredibly uncomfortable Poppy couldn’t help the small laugh that bubbled up. She raised a hand to cover it quickly.
“My goodness what a sight,” she breathed mischievously, drawing Ms. Malfoy’s attention to the pair. She didn’t know if the young lady was well acquainted with her other cousin, but she had spotted them dancing earlier in the evening. A rare sight indeed! If Poppy’s curiosity was piqued, well, who could blame her.
© Fox