Astoria relaxed, her smile brightening. "It was on the way to the clothing store," she said, lifting one shoulder in a dainty shrug. "I came here without anything but the dress I had on and--" She glanced down at the ring on her finger, a delicate but impressive diamond in a vaguely floral setting. She'd never told Draco that she'd feared his grandmother's ring would look pretentious on her small hand, but somehow he'd known anyway, and his selection had, of course, been perfect.
She moved on quickly, not wanting to weigh the conversation down again. "I've heard that name. Creevey." She paused, trying to recall where -- oh. The memorial. "Perhaps we crossed paths in school. He gave you the fox, yes?"