August was aware that he was being stared at, and put his free hand in his pocket, trying to project casual harmless ease. This was a whole weird interaction, and even though a large part of him was still convinced that Turner-Clarke was overthinking the whole will and testament scenario, he still felt weird about it.

He took his hand out of his pocket to shake Mr. Wildsmith's hand. "August Echelon-Arnost," he said easily, "Wildsmith like the floo powder?"

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