Helga had a nice laugh. It was quiet yet most assuredly sincere and the glisten in her eyes as she laughed reminded Thomas, very briefly, of the happiness he felt when he was asked to join Puddlemere United.

He couldn't quite place his finger on exactly what sparked this connection, but he was certain he was feeling - at least in part - very similar feelings. He was happy and spending time in the company of Helga Scamander was likely the culprit.

Thomas noted the way her nose scrunched as she teased him and the way her lips curled into that friendly smile she wore as she spoke. It was strange, though a good kind of strange. He found himself, in that moment, thinking on his twenty-five years of life and how he'd yet to meet someone whose demeanour was so genuinely comforting to be around.

Thomas raised his hand and placed it under hers, moving himself to inspect her skin more thoroughly. It would have been unsurprising were someone to assume he was leaning in to kiss her hand or otherwise just being weird in general - but he was trying to understand exactly what she meant by her peachy undertones.

And oh my were here hands soft! Thomas swallowed and dropped her hand and looked back into her eyes, a soft smile once again on his lips.

"Oh," he said in response to her calling his bluff, "I see. I've got pink undertones."

Thomas nodded and turned around. He moved quickly over to another pile of fabrics and almost threw it at her in his excitement.

"This suits you better then, Miss. It compliments your peachy undertones and looks good too."

Thomas felt accomplished at the fact he'd found a neutral coloured fabric in a shop full of neutral coloured fabrics.