Things had been going well-ish — fairly normal, considering people had died — but Ford caught the shift in the air. Lestrange had stared at him for half a beat and when he laughed it was hollow. It seemed like he'd accidentally struck a nerve. Did any of the recently decreased Lestranges have connections to Brazil?
"So anyway," he said briskly, changing the subject although he hadn't decided what to change it to yet. Why couldn't he ever believably hold a conversation on Quidditch? He ought to practice, sometime when the stakes were lower. "The, uh..." He still had no idea where he was going with this. "— Halloween masque is still happening." Right, as though either of them cared about upcoming balls. "But I imagine half the guest list will be in some degree of mourning." This was... an incredibly ineffective change of subject, if he'd wanted to get Cash's mind off dead relatives.
"So anyway," he said briskly, changing the subject although he hadn't decided what to change it to yet. Why couldn't he ever believably hold a conversation on Quidditch? He ought to practice, sometime when the stakes were lower. "The, uh..." He still had no idea where he was going with this. "— Halloween masque is still happening." Right, as though either of them cared about upcoming balls. "But I imagine half the guest list will be in some degree of mourning." This was... an incredibly ineffective change of subject, if he'd wanted to get Cash's mind off dead relatives.
Set by Lady!