"He gave you wine?" Padma frowned, but didn't press the issue. However, her silence on the matter didn't stop the icy fingers from tracing over her neck. She took Theo's arm and gave him a smile, but her mind was on the Minister and his gift. Hadn't the Prophet blamed Nott Senior's death on wine? Not that she believed a word of it, but she wasn't as naive to think the Minister sent gifts without some deeper meaning. She wondered what kind of note he had sent with it, she wondered if Theo saw the meaning in the gift of wine as well. Still, if he didn't, she'd hate to ruin his night. He was obviously starting to enjoy it, very much so by the smile creeping over his lips. She gave him a curtsy before accepting his offer and moving into his arms to dance.
"Of course I will dance with you, Mr. Nott. How kind of you to ask." She gave him a polite smile, and though it was sweet and sincere, she was still worrying the thought of the Minister's gift in the back of her mind.