The emphasis on the various feminine graces had been part of her education at Mahoutokoro, and she was a superlative dancer in both the western styles and in Mai and Odori, at her own debut she had danced a traditional Japanese dance and performed on the Koto, elements of a debut more typical in Japan than in England; the demonstration of a her proficiency in the womanly arts. So she moved through the waltz with all of the grace one would expect of someone raised with the pressure of a dynasty on her shoulders. Her father had no sons, no other children, he had no brothers, the Mountbatton line would depend on her marrying and producing children, otherwise the Mountbatton fortunes, gained from supporting the colonial expansion of the British Empire would vanish back into the public coffers, and her father, distant as he was, would roll over in his grave if that happened.

“And I hope she is not managing your dance card too closely and you are enjoying the evening.” he asked, Suki smiled, raising her gaze to meet the gentlemans eyes, with an arching of her pale neck making her seem taller than her diminuative height. 'I've yet to find cause for complaint Mister Foxwood' she smiled with an inclination of her neck. From what his cousin had said, and what she had been able to discern from her 'contacts' Mister Foxwood was not one to be bought with vain flattery - less vapid than some of the gentleman who might be more inclined towards broom bunnies, which was very much a check in the positive column. She was a painted doll, but no one who knew her could accuse her of being shallow - but there would be time for that. First things first.

'Your cousin tells me you have a fondness for animals?' she asked, gently, her white gown moving like water as she moved around the floor in his arms. 'You have an owl do you not?', she cocked her head to one side, this titbit genuinely piqued her curiosity, most wizards saw their owls as working animals not pets.

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