"I'd know his voice if I heard it," Aveline replied. She had liked his voice, it wasn't too deep or too high and his accent was so cute. And the way he smirked at her was too hot. "Oh yes, that'd be a lovely ad. 'We met at masque, we fucked under the stairs, is there anything more to it?' All I can think about is those horrible things in the muggle papers about chance meetings." She shook her head remembering You were on your way to work, I was dressed in rags with a garbage bag, our eyes met across the train. Did we have a moment?
"Sorry, Ange," Aveline said shaking her head. She knew she was being kind of unfair. "I don't even know if I want to know. I mean, it'd be good for the kid's sake, but I don't know."