She sat down across from Marlene, joining in her laughter. “Morgana knows, that might be preferable to some of the available prospects.” It was good Marlene seemed to have moved on easily from Lestrange; she still remembered him, and the despicable way he’d treated Marlene in public.
“Mmm.” Melisande nodded vigorously. “I understand that, believe me. I faced the same option — I could have stayed home, after Adair’s death, but I never even thought about it.” She shivered, mostly in mock disgust, and if some was actually real, at the thought of being trapped at home with her daughter all day… well, only she knew that.
The house-elf who had let her into the McKinnon home came to retrieve the bottle she’d brought, presumably taking it to open. Marlene had mentioned tea when inviting her over, but Melisande would never say no to wine. “Not one to waste any time, are you? Where are you looking?”