His smile stirred something in Alasdair that he didn't think he'd felt in a long time — maybe ever. God, he was so lonely. Lonely until he'd made his way over to Alexander Echelon, that was — now he just needed to ensure he was never parted from his side again.
"Oh, I've always been good at charms," he said, as though this were nothing in particular to be proud of, though of course the whole time he was hoping that Echelon was impressed. He would have conjured up ten more illusions on the spot if he'd thought it would make the difference in Echelon being impressed or not. "And the hostess described exactly what it was meant to do, so it was just the execution. Making people feel something instead of merely seeing something can be tricky," he continued, "But if you've crossed that bridge it's not terribly difficult to make people feel heavier. Do you like charms?" he asked, aware that he had been talking about himself too much and that people were generally more charmed (no pun intended) by people who got them to talk about themselves. They'd been in adjacent years in school, but Alasdair didn't remember anything particular about Echelon's Hogwarts classes — he had, unfortunately, never realized it would be important, though now he was kicking himself for not having latched on to every detail he could about the man from the first moment they'd met.
"Oh, I've always been good at charms," he said, as though this were nothing in particular to be proud of, though of course the whole time he was hoping that Echelon was impressed. He would have conjured up ten more illusions on the spot if he'd thought it would make the difference in Echelon being impressed or not. "And the hostess described exactly what it was meant to do, so it was just the execution. Making people feel something instead of merely seeing something can be tricky," he continued, "But if you've crossed that bridge it's not terribly difficult to make people feel heavier. Do you like charms?" he asked, aware that he had been talking about himself too much and that people were generally more charmed (no pun intended) by people who got them to talk about themselves. They'd been in adjacent years in school, but Alasdair didn't remember anything particular about Echelon's Hogwarts classes — he had, unfortunately, never realized it would be important, though now he was kicking himself for not having latched on to every detail he could about the man from the first moment they'd met.