Seventh floor, Games and Sports. Ford should have guessed that, maybe. On the other hand, it wasn't as though Lestrange had gotten that particular job because he was any good at it, necessarily; his last name was Lestrange, so barring Minster for Magic, he could have whatever job he wanted. Or whatever job his father wanted, more like. He might just as easily have ended up an Unspeakable as anywhere else. Ford imagined Games and Sports had been offered as a concession: stop Quidditch, but still get to hang around with Quidditch players. If Cash's tone was any indication, it wasn't a concession he had much enthusiasm for.
The seventh floor was far enough away that Ford could have read something into Cash's being up here. But even if that was true, what should he do with that information?
"What've they got you doing down there?" he asked, while he pondered whether he wanted to push a little and see if the conversation would go deeper, or if he'd rather skate back out as soon as his tea finished.
The seventh floor was far enough away that Ford could have read something into Cash's being up here. But even if that was true, what should he do with that information?
"What've they got you doing down there?" he asked, while he pondered whether he wanted to push a little and see if the conversation would go deeper, or if he'd rather skate back out as soon as his tea finished.
Set by Lady!