At least she had her maid for moral support; Theo saw their hands clenched tight. And at least she was still able to move her leg down to her foot, although he could tell there was discomfort in it – but that was probably a good sign, that the burn hadn’t gone too deep. It looked gruesome, but at least she was talking, and sounded sufficiently distracted – even if Theo privately thought he would rather keep looking at the burn than at her directly.
She didn’t know who he was. That made sense, and was probably for the best, but it stung a little, all the same. “You’re Adrienne Lestrange,” he replied, wry. “I was at your wedding.” (It was not surprising if she hadn’t recollected him from there, if only because he had spent much of the reception hiding outside and breaking down on Greengrass. Possibly not his finest moment.)
“Theodore Gallivan,” he added. Was that enough? Would she know him now? He had to wonder. People who followed quidditch knew his name well enough, so if she knew anything about Cash’s career with the Cannons, she’d have some idea. Or if she and her husband actually talked candidly – over dinner, or whatever married people did – maybe she would be familiar with the people he (once or still) called his friends. Theo almost left it there, just to see, resentfully, if his name sparked any recognition... but the poor girl was in shock and in pain and there were fucking dragons in the street, so maybe that would be unnecessarily petty of him. “The Chudley Cannons.” He didn’t ask her where Cash was (Cash, not interested in politics, but who did work in the Ministry), although he wanted to.
“I know a cooling spell,” he offered, instead. “Can I see if that helps?”
She didn’t know who he was. That made sense, and was probably for the best, but it stung a little, all the same. “You’re Adrienne Lestrange,” he replied, wry. “I was at your wedding.” (It was not surprising if she hadn’t recollected him from there, if only because he had spent much of the reception hiding outside and breaking down on Greengrass. Possibly not his finest moment.)
“Theodore Gallivan,” he added. Was that enough? Would she know him now? He had to wonder. People who followed quidditch knew his name well enough, so if she knew anything about Cash’s career with the Cannons, she’d have some idea. Or if she and her husband actually talked candidly – over dinner, or whatever married people did – maybe she would be familiar with the people he (once or still) called his friends. Theo almost left it there, just to see, resentfully, if his name sparked any recognition... but the poor girl was in shock and in pain and there were fucking dragons in the street, so maybe that would be unnecessarily petty of him. “The Chudley Cannons.” He didn’t ask her where Cash was (Cash, not interested in politics, but who did work in the Ministry), although he wanted to.
“I know a cooling spell,” he offered, instead. “Can I see if that helps?”
