He didn’t move as fast as she did from the spot they had apparated into, too busy gauging his bearings in the unfamiliar flat. But she was moving into the kitchen, so – they were alone here, at least, which certainly made it easier to speak honestly in the street – Theo paced after her, watching her pour the drinks. She was practised at it; relaxed.

Theo sat and curled a hand around the glass Angie Swan had given him (– this felt too unorthodox to even think of her as Miss Swan to himself –), but he was surprised at the notion she needed any background. She had seemed to understand the situation better than he had – she had known him, for one. Theo had supposed if anyone needed more background here, it was him... but they would see.

Her question was straightforward enough, even if the answer was awkward to admit. “Uh,” Theo hedged, with a wry look he imagined made it clear enough. “Sorry. I knew you were a cursebreaker, but he – never said much else. I’m not sure if that’s your fault, or mine.” (That was a joke, but there was a grim fear underneath that his friendship with Angie was just one of a countless many things Cash had never really felt comfortable talking about with him.) “But I take it you both go back a while.” Since Hogwarts, if he remembered her right.

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