Alvin found himself pleased to hear that her designs had come to fruition. What she had shown him in the past wasn't something he really know how to wrap his head around, but he knew what it felt like to take a sketch and create something real from it. The feeling was satisfying and gave a sense of success unlike anything he could truly put words to.

"I can't wait to see it," he offered cautiously. He, Harry and his mother planned to attend the debut to support Calla and Sloane's other friends. That she wouldn't be there, lurking in the shadows, purposefully not participating in the debut itself hadn't really set it yet, but it would. Alvin had thought about skipping it, but decided it would be a milestone they should celebrate anyway. Sloane had been friends with these young women for a six year, or longer, and they ought to be celebrated regardless. That Calla would wear the design intended for Sloane was a nice touch. "I'm sure it will look wonderful." Somebody ought to wear it and if it was indeed quidditch inspired, Calla made the most sense.

Aware of the change in cadence of the conversation, Alvin found himself fidgeting a little. He wasn't quite sure where they stood, but was still relieved to feel the tenseness of their last few interactions fading.