"That was quite the late dinner," she replied mildly. She genuinely wasn't trying to suggest that she didn't believe him or that she was casting aspersions of any sort, it was an entirely innocent remark because it was a late dinner. In fact she was pleased for him, the more evenings he spent having dinner with friends after work, the less likely he was to be worrying over the finances or the marital prospects of his younger sisters. He was too young to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders. "Was it Mr. Lestrange? He seems a nice sort." She wasn't sure she could name many of his other friends which seemed remiss of her, what sort of mother was she if she didn't at least know the names of her children's closest friends?
