A wave of her hand dismissed his apology, "Oh, it's all right, Marcus." Susan couldn't tell if he was saying upon instinct or if he really meant it and she didn't really want to know the answer. The past seven years were hard without her aunt around. She was always so close with her aunt, she was like a second mother, kind and wise and compassionate. She would how to deal with all these feelings and confusing emotions.
Susan blushed slightly as Marcus ordered for them both, that was something she was not used to. Something about that made her feel formal and safe, like she could trust Marcus to make decisions for her. Fingers, almost subconsciously reached for the necklace around her neck and slowly traced over the center emerald.
At the question about her father, Susan blushed more profusely and looked down at the napkin in her lap. "I, well," She cleared her throat and shook her head, "He's not very happy with me at the moment." Shrugging slightly, Susan looked back up at Marcus. "Between announcing an engagement and then calling it off, he thinks I'm being indecisive and inconsistent. Whatever that means. I think he's just upset that he doesn't have grandchildren." Rolling her eyes slightly, Susan shook her head.
"What about your parents? You mentioned your mother, what about your father?" Susan didn't mean to pry, she was genuinely interested in everything about Marcus Flint. After all, she was so hasty to make assumptions about him before, she wanted to know what else she thought about him in Hogwarts was wrong.