Feeling her smile stiffen in its place when he murmured an awkward greeting in response to her own (oh, why had she thought of following through on the upright thing to do? She should have run when she had a chance!), Anjali would have found herself unable of further communication had it not been for Claire, who came in at such an oppurtune moment that her faint sigh of relief was almost audible.

"Enjoy? Ah - you're...joking, right? Last time I was here, I got attacked by demon pixie statuettes at Zonko's, and the - uh - barkeep at the Hog's Head threw me out because - um, well - someone snitched my pocket of the galleons I was going to pay for my drinks with..."

Paling considerably as her husband-to-be (how wretchedly awful that sounded) rambled on without making much sense, Anjali bit the inside of her cheek, her look of forced composure nearly slipping away all together.

My parents arranged my marriage to a loon.

"That sounds.. fun," she found herself murmuring in response, every second agonizing as she found her gaze drawing back towards him almost instinctively. He was fairly good-looking, granted, if he simply quit rambling about the oddest of topics he could even be pleasing-

He's probably simply as nervous as I am. This can't be any easier for him...

With this encouraging notion, Anjali found herself brightening to a degree, her countenance taking on a more genuine smile when she cast her gaze towards his.

Inching just a touch closer to him, her expression was one of kind anticipation when she asked quietly, "Do you shop here often?"

It struck her just how awfully little she knew of him.