Jack Dorset. Jack Dorset. Not a minute of being here, and he was befuddled already – this didn’t bode well, but Elias tried to brush off the thought and just shook the younger man’s hand.
“That’s right,” he agreed easily, on the broommaking – that, at least, was one thing he was confident of. He was sure he knew Dorset’s face from somewhere around Hogsmeade, but he couldn’t pin down precisely how. And he knew the Potts sisters were all sisters, so that meant either he was someone’s guest particularly, or perhaps a cousin. Dorset could be related, Elias supposed, with his general colouring, but he didn’t look out of the age range for one of the younger sisters, as far as he could tell – and he was dressed rather smartly, too.
Now that they’d shaken hands, Elias dropped his and covertly adjusted the cuffs of his jacket sleeves, hoping he didn’t notice any more marks to add to the one he’d spotted earlier. There was a fine line between trying too hard and not trying at all, and with all of Daffy’s family here... “And what do you do?” Elias added brightly, forcing himself to focus on the conversation at hand rather than seeking out Daff in the room. “Are you here for someone too, or are you family?”
But before he had an answer to that, here came Daff after all – and she was certainly awfully familiar with Jack Dorset, as it turned out. “Of course,” Elias murmured, supposing she meant that for him – a smile for her particularly broke through his general air of bemusement, at least. And an explanation followed on her heels. “Ah, I see,” Elias added, to Dorset. Sort of family, then, and not quite a fellow outsider (but her father’s favourite still, er, carried some weight in the first impressions game, so he couldn’t relax entirely either way). “Pleased to meet you, at any rate. I take it, then, that this isn’t your first time here?” he asked, with a half-joking laugh – but if Daffy hadn’t been standing right there, he might have used the opportunity to fish for some counsel. Ah, well. Muddling through would have to do.
“That’s right,” he agreed easily, on the broommaking – that, at least, was one thing he was confident of. He was sure he knew Dorset’s face from somewhere around Hogsmeade, but he couldn’t pin down precisely how. And he knew the Potts sisters were all sisters, so that meant either he was someone’s guest particularly, or perhaps a cousin. Dorset could be related, Elias supposed, with his general colouring, but he didn’t look out of the age range for one of the younger sisters, as far as he could tell – and he was dressed rather smartly, too.
Now that they’d shaken hands, Elias dropped his and covertly adjusted the cuffs of his jacket sleeves, hoping he didn’t notice any more marks to add to the one he’d spotted earlier. There was a fine line between trying too hard and not trying at all, and with all of Daffy’s family here... “And what do you do?” Elias added brightly, forcing himself to focus on the conversation at hand rather than seeking out Daff in the room. “Are you here for someone too, or are you family?”
But before he had an answer to that, here came Daff after all – and she was certainly awfully familiar with Jack Dorset, as it turned out. “Of course,” Elias murmured, supposing she meant that for him – a smile for her particularly broke through his general air of bemusement, at least. And an explanation followed on her heels. “Ah, I see,” Elias added, to Dorset. Sort of family, then, and not quite a fellow outsider (but her father’s favourite still, er, carried some weight in the first impressions game, so he couldn’t relax entirely either way). “Pleased to meet you, at any rate. I take it, then, that this isn’t your first time here?” he asked, with a half-joking laugh – but if Daffy hadn’t been standing right there, he might have used the opportunity to fish for some counsel. Ah, well. Muddling through would have to do.
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