There was something in the way that he leaned back and crossed his legs that was so effortlessly confident, and it made Ford's stomach flip. He felt a little unworthy to even be sitting here in the presence of this other man, just as he had felt the first time they'd spoken. The tables had turned a bit in Macnair's attic, but now it seemed they were right back to where they'd been before. Maybe it was the club that brought this out in Macnair, or maybe he had gotten over whatever had spooked him so much about the boggart, or maybe he just didn't let things that bothered him linger on his shoulders. Whatever it was, there was certainly no trace of fear or hesitation in him now.
"Yeah, I do," Ford agreed as he took the glass from Macnair, though he suspected that they meant very different things by the sentiment. Ford had often found himself aware of and trying to correct a sort of conversational imbalance when it came to alcohol, but he was typically on the other side of the equation. Ford often found himself drinking only because others were, and he didn't want to stand out from the crowd in any meaningful way and draw unnecessary attention to himself — a relic of having been bullied during his earlier Hogwarts years. He couldn't imagine that Macnair would have any trouble being the center of attention, if he wanted to be. In fact, he seemed like the sort who would be so comfortable being looked at that he might not even notice he was the gravitational pull of the entire room.
"Mmm, that's good," Ford commented appreciatively as he took a sip from the glass. This was really good, which meant it was probably expensive. Certainly more expensive than anything that could regularly be found in the Greengrass family liquor cabinet at home, though that wasn't saying much. "Where did this come from?"
"Yeah, I do," Ford agreed as he took the glass from Macnair, though he suspected that they meant very different things by the sentiment. Ford had often found himself aware of and trying to correct a sort of conversational imbalance when it came to alcohol, but he was typically on the other side of the equation. Ford often found himself drinking only because others were, and he didn't want to stand out from the crowd in any meaningful way and draw unnecessary attention to himself — a relic of having been bullied during his earlier Hogwarts years. He couldn't imagine that Macnair would have any trouble being the center of attention, if he wanted to be. In fact, he seemed like the sort who would be so comfortable being looked at that he might not even notice he was the gravitational pull of the entire room.
"Mmm, that's good," Ford commented appreciatively as he took a sip from the glass. This was really good, which meant it was probably expensive. Certainly more expensive than anything that could regularly be found in the Greengrass family liquor cabinet at home, though that wasn't saying much. "Where did this come from?"
Set by Lady!