Cash figured out where to sit via process of elimination, which was presumably better than needing for someone to spell it out for him. This placed him near Greengrass at the head of the table, which felt safe, and next to Greengrass' sister with the pearls, and across from the shy one. (Verity, Grace, he was spending a not-insignificant amount of energy on trying to keep the first names straight.)

He was also relieved to have Mrs. Greengrass and Ford Greengrass steering some semblance of small talk; with a starting point, he felt much more confident. He noted the lack of a Derry mention and thought with a sudden spark that probably it was for the best — he wasn't sure if either of Greengrass' sisters knew any of Cash's sisters, but he didn't want anything about muggles and Ireland circling back to his family.

"Right, the club," Cash said. He knew academically that he had been in the same year as Greengrass, but the gaps in his memory made it exceptionally difficult for Cash to place any specific memories of the other man before January. "We've been playing cards, but I wouldn't say that either of us are particularly good." He smiled, a little wry; Cash tended to do better with games involving some semblance of physical coordination.

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