Normally, a man winking at her would have had her fight all impulses not to make a face. She didn't really enjoy flirting with most men, finding them wholly uninteresting and shallow creatures. With Cornelius Flint, though, it was different. He reminded her of her cousin Tiberius in many ways, in that he was an attractive man, who seemed to devout himself in books and knowledge, instead of firewhiskey and Quidditch.
As he spoke about the wife he would like, Seneca couldn't help but think that the two would make a good pair, given their individual desires. She would of course be an equal intellectually and her abilities could ensure that he'd never tire of her 'beauty'. As for Cornelius Flint, even though he wasn't a first son, he was still coming from a good pureblooded family and her father would like that very much.
Most importantly, if Cornelius Flint's word was to be trusted, he could provide her with the kind of freedom she desired in married life, one that would let her pursue her intellectual interests.
Of course, it was too early to think about that and before she could even consider him a serious prospect, he would need to start courting her, but Seneca was taught to measure all gentlemen she met in regards to how good of husbands they'd make. That was her duty as a debutante.
"Oh, truly?" Seneca asked in the most innocent tone. "I must have given you food for thought, then."
As he spoke about the wife he would like, Seneca couldn't help but think that the two would make a good pair, given their individual desires. She would of course be an equal intellectually and her abilities could ensure that he'd never tire of her 'beauty'. As for Cornelius Flint, even though he wasn't a first son, he was still coming from a good pureblooded family and her father would like that very much.
Most importantly, if Cornelius Flint's word was to be trusted, he could provide her with the kind of freedom she desired in married life, one that would let her pursue her intellectual interests.
Of course, it was too early to think about that and before she could even consider him a serious prospect, he would need to start courting her, but Seneca was taught to measure all gentlemen she met in regards to how good of husbands they'd make. That was her duty as a debutante.
"Oh, truly?" Seneca asked in the most innocent tone. "I must have given you food for thought, then."