She smiled almost sweetly, but shook her head, dark curls trembling.
"Sadly not, Lord," she replied, "I haven't had the time to get out as much as I might like. And those I met were ... sadly taken with the desire to depart."
Or combust. Whichever. Bella had taken advantage of the spell he'd taught her, meting out her own particular brand of justice.
"I did happen upon Lucius Malfoy, however," she murmured, "The other day, in Diagon. Perhaps that warrants noting?"