The nudge back was something – but if they ended up playing cards in silence it would be his fault, Theo thought desperately, looking blankly at his cards.
There were just no good topics of conversation anymore, not like this, in company. They could talk quidditch – Theo always fell back on quidditch – but he didn’t think it would make Cash feel any better than asking about the Ministry, so there went any anecdotes about the Chudley stadium or about the best snitch catches of the season or any comments on his former colleagues. He daren’t ask about Cash’s wife.
But talking about his sister had been fine, so (maybe grasping at straws for an olive branch here) he cleared his throat and asked, almost hopefully: “Did I tell you about Nat’s little protest against the flying ban?”
There were just no good topics of conversation anymore, not like this, in company. They could talk quidditch – Theo always fell back on quidditch – but he didn’t think it would make Cash feel any better than asking about the Ministry, so there went any anecdotes about the Chudley stadium or about the best snitch catches of the season or any comments on his former colleagues. He daren’t ask about Cash’s wife.
But talking about his sister had been fine, so (maybe grasping at straws for an olive branch here) he cleared his throat and asked, almost hopefully: “Did I tell you about Nat’s little protest against the flying ban?”
