Persephone Broadmoor may not have been a Flint scholar herself, but had garnered enough of a reputation with those who mattered to have merited an invitation. Unlike the affairs her mother was always trying to drag her to, this boasted a more intellectual guest list and Persy had not yet lost the will to remain.

At least, she thought it would be a more intellectual guest list. This gentleman, though, did not seem to know if he knew people or not, which... did not speak wonders for his competence.

"Is it a pleasure, then?" the witch asked archly, Magnus' arm tensing slightly under her hand at this Mr. Applegate's reaction. Persephone herself was rather taken aback, though her face did not show it. "Persephone Broadmoor," she added, seeing as her brother had rather been interrupted mid-interruption.