"Yes, that seems to be the norm these days." Astoria had been raised to only associate with a certain type of people. Since the war it seemed as if everyone had thrown that out the window. Even Daphne was pregnant by a muggle. Not that muggles were unsavory, but there was a certain order to things and it was no longer being followed. She didn't know where that left her.
"What girl wouldn't?" If she wasn't sure he was on to her before she certainly was now and her smile turned slightly guilty. "You're a flirt, Mr. Montague." She reached behind her head, pulling the strings of her mask and releasing it. She could only hope it hadn't left marks on her face but it was too late to worry about that now. "Astoria Greengrass, at your service. I hope you weren't hoping for someone more glamorous."