He is, she'd point out, just watching her. She can feel his eyes on her back as she walks down the hall, and when she turns to speak, he's usually staring for a moment before he blinks and unfixes his gaze. It's...odd, she decides. She's not a fool and she knows she's a beautiful witch. It's why she has a wide range of avoidance tactics when it comes to social occasions. Avoiding proposals is easier than declining them and explaining to her shrieking mother why.

Theodore Nott is not looking at her the way wizards who've decided they're in love with the elusive Burke heiress.

"Mm, no," she tells him as they enter the smaller of the two dining rooms - and the only one she really uses. Much as her family might wish otherwise, she's never been the sort to throw a dinner party. "My understanding is there aren't too many takers in general. The lack of trust goes both ways. Do you go by Theodore?" She asks. "Or something else?" He looks like a Theo, she thinks.