Charlotte's father nodded at this, grunting his agreement as he flipped to the business pages of the Daily Prophet, effectively excluding himself from further conversation. Many had commentated in the past that the action was rude, but Charlotte was quick to disagree, if nothing else, she respected how little cared for propriety when boredom was a threat.

"Do be careful, Mr. Collier, we could not due with a loss of one of our most dedicated few," advised Audrey in the most genteel of tones, touching her cup of tea to her lips. Sipping it silently, she mused, "I presume you are one to enjoy hunting, am I correct? Donovan, oh what a marvellous idea it would be, no?"

"Yes," came the distracted reply before the newspaper was being set down and Charlotte's father was appraising the young auror. As if satisfied with what he saw, he nodded, "You should drop by on Saturday, you can ride with my side. We need steady fellows such as yourself, Leathan."

Unable to take any more of the situation, the forced propriety when she stood beside Leathan with only the taste of indignation from moments before, Charlotte interrupted, "I was going to give Leathan a tour of the manor. Do send my regards to the Calloways."

And with that, she lead the way out of the drawing room, her breath being held until several corridors, and two flights of stairs later, she slipped open a door. Stepping into the bedroom behind him, she finally breathed with something akin to relief. Closing her eyes as she rested against the shut door, she opened them as she pushed off of it, "This is the one place where the walls don't have ears."