Bumping into him was a boon; she’d been toying with the idea of introducing the damned potion into one of Dorothy’s latest novels, perhaps even creating a series based on interlocking friendships and the effects that toying with romance could have. It had merit, the idea bouncing around in her head though barely half-formed as so many were. A possibility and nothing worth speaking to her editor about. As of yet. And here was the creator himself. Draco Malfoy, one of the most unromantic people she could envision.. A stroke of luck indeed.
Draco might have been taller but Penny held herself poker straight as she met his gaze without so much as a flicker. The look that had quelled hundreds didn’t register on her. This time was different, this time she was armed and she knew who she was and where she came from. The grand-daughter of the Duke of Cavendish did not stutter or seek the comfort of the floor, not when the blood flowing through her veins was every bit as blue as his. Penny came from stock linked to royalty - muggle, of course but that didn’t matter.
“He’s a bore.” Her hand reaching out to land on his arm as she shot him a charming smile. “Really. I’ve tried but all he knows is the Ministry line since he’s focused on the fame and fortune being attached to the project will bring him. We both know you’re the brains behind it. The snotty brains but still there. Surely you could spare a moment? I bet you won’t have been asked the question I’ll ask before. “ If needs be she could whittle it down to three, three at the very least.