"Thank you," she said genuinely. "I miss them," she added, "in different ways..." She watched her spit her tea back into her cup. Weird woman. If it was too hot, why hadn't she just charmed it cooler, or done the muggle thing and blown on it.

At the thought of Sage being a better dancer she laughed. "He might, but I'm not one for balls and dancing. My second husband was... He forced me to take lessons with him, so we could attend parties... I wanted to remain in my lab perfecting the potion that could have saved him..." She remembered her husband coming into her lab and wanting to dance with her, IN HER LAB, one day when she was working... She shooed him away and told him she didn't have time... He died the next morning.

She shook her head trying to get that memory out of her brain.

"So. Yes. If I need him to dance, I can always charm his feet to move." She said smiling. "He'll be none the wiser."