The Gardens - 10.20
She jumped at the sound of someone else's voice and Georgina turned around slowly to look at him. Marius Lestrange, her mother's unbidden voice drifted through her thoughts, Rodolphus' son. The mother's French, you know. "Oh, it's you," Georgina said tonelessly before she turned to take one last glimpse of the ballroom. She didn’t want to appear impolite or rude but the whole night had been getting on her nerves that everything she said had a hint of sarcasm. “There are…” Georgina let her voice trail off, looking up at the tree canopy as if lost in deep thought, “There are many things I should be doing, Mr Lestrange. However, I wanted some reprieve from that scene.” She nodded at the ballroom once more and she heard the music change smoothly from a waltz to a foxtrot.
“And you?” Georgina cocked an eyebrow at him, an expression that always seemed to make other people feel as if she was sizing them up. “Should you not be in the Library discussing the country’s state of affairs?”