Theo listened with increasing interest as Alvin explained. The designing was certainly still something – half the battle at least, he assumed – and he’d heard of Miss Fawcett, too. Grimstone and his father went a ways back, so he was a family friend; and if Miss Fawcett had apprenticed with him then her brooms had to be solid.
He didn’t know what to say about the painting – he didn’t know a thing about art – but he grinned at the broom-designing anyway. “Well, that’s got to be something,” Theo agreed, impressed and relieved for Bixby, that he had found a way for his life not to have been thrown entirely off course. “Have you – has she – managed to finish anything from your designs yet?” Theo was keen to see, if they had – of course he was. The shop was managed quite successfully in its own regard, so he and Veronica didn’t have too much work of it themselves, but he always had an eye open when it came to stock ideas for Quality Quidditch Supplies, all the same.
He didn’t know what to say about the painting – he didn’t know a thing about art – but he grinned at the broom-designing anyway. “Well, that’s got to be something,” Theo agreed, impressed and relieved for Bixby, that he had found a way for his life not to have been thrown entirely off course. “Have you – has she – managed to finish anything from your designs yet?” Theo was keen to see, if they had – of course he was. The shop was managed quite successfully in its own regard, so he and Veronica didn’t have too much work of it themselves, but he always had an eye open when it came to stock ideas for Quality Quidditch Supplies, all the same.
