She was someone from school, then. Theo knew her face had been familiar, but even as he stared at her he was having trouble placing her. They had been in the same house. A couple years above. A thought crossed his mind before he could help it, because the only person he had known around that age was –
And he had been little more than acquainted with Cash in those days. Cassius Lestrange had been his teammate and his captain, but they hadn’t exactly – mixed socially. Things had been different then. Theo had been more outgoing, more involved in clubs and classes and being a prefect, and Lestrange and his friends had been somewhat more removed. He remembered that small set of Ravenclaws, in the later years, the blond boy and girl...
Theo’s brows had knitted as she spoke, feeling like he was missing something. Was she one and the same? The girl he remembered had definitely been blonde, someone he had written off in his head as one of those upper class brats; this woman had brown hair and was wearing trousers and looked like she led an altogether more adventurous, rough and tumble life. “Oh,” he realised, a little bewildered by the incongruity of her between then and now. “Sorry, I thought it was Sinnet.” He shrugged at his own confusion. Maybe she had always been Swan; maybe he had mixed up one of Cash’s friends with the other. Or maybe she had gotten married since. “And that you were out of the country?”
The latter had been more of a guess, connecting dots he perhaps ought not, but he was sure she had to be the cursebreaker friend. She definitely looked like one. And he didn’t know why she was being so friendly, or what else she knew about him, but they had mutual friends, and – who could she mean except Cash? (Friends, she said, as if what Cash was to him was not altogether more complicated than that.)
And he had been little more than acquainted with Cash in those days. Cassius Lestrange had been his teammate and his captain, but they hadn’t exactly – mixed socially. Things had been different then. Theo had been more outgoing, more involved in clubs and classes and being a prefect, and Lestrange and his friends had been somewhat more removed. He remembered that small set of Ravenclaws, in the later years, the blond boy and girl...
Theo’s brows had knitted as she spoke, feeling like he was missing something. Was she one and the same? The girl he remembered had definitely been blonde, someone he had written off in his head as one of those upper class brats; this woman had brown hair and was wearing trousers and looked like she led an altogether more adventurous, rough and tumble life. “Oh,” he realised, a little bewildered by the incongruity of her between then and now. “Sorry, I thought it was Sinnet.” He shrugged at his own confusion. Maybe she had always been Swan; maybe he had mixed up one of Cash’s friends with the other. Or maybe she had gotten married since. “And that you were out of the country?”
The latter had been more of a guess, connecting dots he perhaps ought not, but he was sure she had to be the cursebreaker friend. She definitely looked like one. And he didn’t know why she was being so friendly, or what else she knew about him, but they had mutual friends, and – who could she mean except Cash? (Friends, she said, as if what Cash was to him was not altogether more complicated than that.)
