Cash was grinning, just about – so maybe he wasn’t too cut up about the match. Either way, Theo poured him a measure and slid the glass along the desk to him. He hadn’t lifted his own drink before he’d heard the question; which was good, or he might have choked on it out of sheer surprise at the topic of the question.
“Yours?” Theo echoed with a creased brow and slight confusion – his father had come up from time to time, mostly because of the quidditch connection or else because he was ‘dead’ – but Cash’s father? Not really. Not that they didn’t have better things to do nowadays, but nonetheless, Theo hadn’t ever made it much of a habit to ask after Cash’s family, because... well, what had he said once about the Lestranges? They weren’t close. (Excluding the aftermath of the hurricane, for the most part that had seemed almost like an understatement.)
“Um, not really, I don’t think.” Theo raised his eyebrows rather than voicing the next question on his mind, because he thought it was fairly obvious. Why?
“Yours?” Theo echoed with a creased brow and slight confusion – his father had come up from time to time, mostly because of the quidditch connection or else because he was ‘dead’ – but Cash’s father? Not really. Not that they didn’t have better things to do nowadays, but nonetheless, Theo hadn’t ever made it much of a habit to ask after Cash’s family, because... well, what had he said once about the Lestranges? They weren’t close. (Excluding the aftermath of the hurricane, for the most part that had seemed almost like an understatement.)
“Um, not really, I don’t think.” Theo raised his eyebrows rather than voicing the next question on his mind, because he thought it was fairly obvious. Why?
