She watched him approach her table, and Minerva cupped her cider tightly so he wouldn't see the nervous shaking of her hands. Minerva hoped he wouldn't notice the change in her but there was a good chance that he would. He was an Auror, after all, and a werewolf longer than Atlas was. At least, that was her impression of him.
Shite
Minerva discreetly took out her wand and cast a privacy spell around them before answering. "Very observant of you," she murmured, then took a sip of her cider. The warmth was comforting.
"He does. Know about it, that is."
She looked Ronan in the eye then, her face blank. "Vampire. A few weeks ago. But that doesn't matter, I wanted to talk to you about Atlas. Actually, about...about how it is with werewolves and relationships," she sighed.