Well, she sounded friendly enough, whatever he’d expected. (Conall did not usually expect friendliness.) Nor did she look as threatening she she could: she was a woman - maybe mid-thirties (a fair amount younger than he and Nola, he knew that much) - carrying a basketful of flowers.
“Yeah, I make the trek from time to time,” Conall said wryly, only realising now that although for many years he had had a very good excuse of being on a different side of the world, that being in the next town over was not so sturdy a reason to have made approximately no effort in seeing Nola’s family, Eavan’s own aunt.
Still, he didn’t come to Hogsmeade all that much. It wasn’t exactly the most magnificent place in the world, was it? From what he’d heard of it, it seemed more a magnet for disaster.
“And - you live down this way, then?” he asked, inclining his head the way she was going.
“Yeah, I make the trek from time to time,” Conall said wryly, only realising now that although for many years he had had a very good excuse of being on a different side of the world, that being in the next town over was not so sturdy a reason to have made approximately no effort in seeing Nola’s family, Eavan’s own aunt.
Still, he didn’t come to Hogsmeade all that much. It wasn’t exactly the most magnificent place in the world, was it? From what he’d heard of it, it seemed more a magnet for disaster.
“And - you live down this way, then?” he asked, inclining his head the way she was going.
