This time she did turn to look at him, confusion and annoyance struck on her face. What did that mean? Obviously she did not think her husband was a fool (well, she thought it sometimes, but only when he was being ridiculous like right now---), but why was he assuming that there was more to this story? What had she ever done to make him question her words to him? She wasn't giving him the absolute truth, but it was true; if she had arrived ten minutes later she would not have run into the man.
There was no way to give him a proper, suitable answer without giving up Penny's secret, and Bess was just not willing to do that. In a house full of Hufflepuffs, maybe Drystan would understand the sisterly loyalty she was defending as he softly berated her. He should trust her word, just like she trusted him whenever the tabloids randomly linked him to some woman! It wasn't as if she was caught snogging Spinnet.
Flustered, and a bit offended, Bess collected her magazine and pushed her chair back to stand. She tilted her head at him as if she was scolding one of their children,
"Just leave it alone, Drystan," she said quickly, sharply, her face growing just the lightest shade of red. Bess started past him, shaking her head with great frustration, "It's nothing, and you're making it into something."
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