Callidora had missed Harfang's approach due to her scrutiny of the clock, but she didn't jump at the greeting, just turned rather quickly and covered up her surprise with an absent-minded smile. He was not only on time, but early; that was good.
"Good evening," she returned with a nod. "I think we shall." She hesitated a moment, considering; etiquette said to let the man go first, of course, but she outranked him. Compromising, she took a few slow steps, hoping that he'd take the hint to walk along with her. And because silence wasn't polite- "How are you today, Mr. Longbottom?"
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