"You were, sir?" Pansy asked with interest. She'd caught the not so subtle enthusiasm in his voice, and she was certainly going to take advantage of the moment. "Many of the men in my mother's family fought for his cause on the continent. My mother would often tell me stories of the bravery and dedication to tradition displayed by them and men like yourself," she said with a nod. Pansy let go of the breath she'd been holding when Dolohov seemed pleased with his food and drink so far. Sadly, being able to throw parties and dinners did not directly affect a woman's status within the Dark Lord's ranks; however, being incapable of properly hosting such events was certainly detrimental to a woman's social standing.
"Of course, my father's family has always supported the ideology of our Lord, although they were regrettably less able to support Grindelwald during his crusade from Britain. We have tried to redeem ourselves the lost opportunity by pledging our service now and for the future generations," Pansy continued. Her mother was only the first of her family to come to England.
"Would you like another drink, sir?" Pansy asked, looking up at Dolohov. No sooner had the words left her mouth than the dinner bell chimed, signaling the preparation of the first course. It was too soon, she'd expected at least ten more minutes of talk, and Pansy squeezed her glass tightly, although the expression on her face remained perfectly pleasant. "And that would be the first course, Mr. Dolohov. Shall we?"