Don Juan beamed, having taken this as a compliment. Dean spoke warmly of his sister, so he must have liked her; Don Juan looked forward to liking her, too.
"I'm sorry Porphyria ate up so much of your time with those poems," he commented, thinking back over dinner. He would be lying if he said he hadn't enjoyed watching Dean translating live. Every time Porphyria had raised her eyebrow at one of Hudson's word choices but not immediately jumped in to question it had Don Juan practically beaming with pride. (Phyri wouldn't have actually said she liked of anything he said, of course not; the arched eyebrow was as close as she would come to admitting to approval). But having his older sister the poet agreeing with Hudson's word choices had Don Juan buzzing — he's so clever; they're all going to think he's so clever. But as much as he'd enjoyed it, and as good of a sport as Hudson had been about it, it did mean he hadn't had as much interaction with anyone else at the table — unless one counted side-stepping Oz and Miss Pomfrey's catfighting as interaction.
"I think you'd get along with Christabel," he added; Chris seemed interested in the same kinds of things Hudson was, and less inclined to be deliberately shocking than Phyri was, so she might actually deign to talk about some of them. With a wry smile, Don Juan leaned over to brush his shoulder against Hudson's again, mirroring the way Hudson just had. "We'll have to have you back sometime soon."
"I'm sorry Porphyria ate up so much of your time with those poems," he commented, thinking back over dinner. He would be lying if he said he hadn't enjoyed watching Dean translating live. Every time Porphyria had raised her eyebrow at one of Hudson's word choices but not immediately jumped in to question it had Don Juan practically beaming with pride. (Phyri wouldn't have actually said she liked of anything he said, of course not; the arched eyebrow was as close as she would come to admitting to approval). But having his older sister the poet agreeing with Hudson's word choices had Don Juan buzzing — he's so clever; they're all going to think he's so clever. But as much as he'd enjoyed it, and as good of a sport as Hudson had been about it, it did mean he hadn't had as much interaction with anyone else at the table — unless one counted side-stepping Oz and Miss Pomfrey's catfighting as interaction.
"I think you'd get along with Christabel," he added; Chris seemed interested in the same kinds of things Hudson was, and less inclined to be deliberately shocking than Phyri was, so she might actually deign to talk about some of them. With a wry smile, Don Juan leaned over to brush his shoulder against Hudson's again, mirroring the way Hudson just had. "We'll have to have you back sometime soon."
MJ made this <3