Ford smiled too-wide at the invitation. An invitation! This was going so well he almost didn't believe it. The highest his hopes had been for the evening was that he might get through an hour or so without offending anyone by accident, and without being stuck drinking by himself in the corner for any more than ten minutes at a time. He had set a very low bar, in short, and this turn of events had soared well above it. Verity was going to be quite pleased with this, he thought, because he was doing the thing Older Brothers of Eligible Young Women were supposed to do — he was getting on good terms with people in good families. Even if Lestrange himself was a bit too young for Verity or Grace, he might invite Ford along to other things and introduce him to other people of similar social circles, and they might suit.
That wasn't really why he was so pleased with the invitation, though. He was really just delighted at the prospect of going somewhere and doing something fun with Cassius Lestrange. Ford was the sort of person who was easy to get along with, generally, but he did not often make new friends — he was the type to hang around on the periphery of the group, being invited to things when there was an extra seat, and hanging out mostly with other people who could be described as 'just slightly offbeat.' Lestrange wasn't that — he was cool, juvenile as that sounded. He played Quidditch and his family was basically famous and he surely had dozens of friends, and he still wanted to go somewhere with Ford and doing something fun but quite silly, and that was — delightful. Ford was delighted.
"Yeah," he said, too eager, then caught himself and tried to scale back a bit. "Yeah, if you want. You can't really go to a boring one, though. They're all interesting if you know what to look for." He was still smiling too wide but there wasn't really anything he could do about it. He took a drink, hoping that would at least keep him from looking silly. "When would you want to go?"
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That wasn't really why he was so pleased with the invitation, though. He was really just delighted at the prospect of going somewhere and doing something fun with Cassius Lestrange. Ford was the sort of person who was easy to get along with, generally, but he did not often make new friends — he was the type to hang around on the periphery of the group, being invited to things when there was an extra seat, and hanging out mostly with other people who could be described as 'just slightly offbeat.' Lestrange wasn't that — he was cool, juvenile as that sounded. He played Quidditch and his family was basically famous and he surely had dozens of friends, and he still wanted to go somewhere with Ford and doing something fun but quite silly, and that was — delightful. Ford was delighted.
"Yeah," he said, too eager, then caught himself and tried to scale back a bit. "Yeah, if you want. You can't really go to a boring one, though. They're all interesting if you know what to look for." He was still smiling too wide but there wasn't really anything he could do about it. He took a drink, hoping that would at least keep him from looking silly. "When would you want to go?"
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