“Well, then let’s settle for there being a reason for me not having pursued I career in singing,” Melinda smiled at him, amused and delighted by Viktor’s charming politeness. She would have to be careful, though; something had changed in her and she now knew that she, like every other witch, wasn’t immune to charms and that she, just like every other witch, was capable of falling fast.
Her lips twitch slightly as she thought back to the Durmstrang headmaster; yeah, Viktor was probably right in his estimate that the surly headmaster wasn’t the high tea kind of man. “Maybe try taking her to one?” she suggested. “I know there are some Muggle places in the city who do high teas specifically aimed at children to introduce them to the tradition, unfortunately I’ve only seen private parties do them in the Wizarding World…” her voice trailed off, because wasn’t she in a position where she could do such a thing? It wouldn’t have to be weekly, but maybe once a month? That would open up the chance for the children whose parents didn’t have the resources to throw a full tea ceremony for them to try it as well, not to mention it had the potential to be loads of fun. And if Cho got involved, it was certain to be a success…