Cash grinned when Ford started explaining ouija boards, and maybe it was soft around the edges due to the circumstances but it was genuine. He had spent several hours with a dementor, and Ford Greengrass knew some of his worst secrets, and muggles thought that ouija boards were real when they used them. Life was weird and complicated, and maybe some of it was okay, even if he still felt like he was clawing through the water of a very deep lake and trying to burst through to the surface and the air and the sunlight.
"My cousin lives in America now and she was here for the family weddings, and, um, whatever," Cash said, aware that this was a weird opening to the story but unsure how else to tell it. "I borrowed one of her books before she left —" or stole, he had not really remembered to give it back "— and I only got around to reading it recently. But it was an American book and there was a whole thing where the detective was trying to use a ouija board to solve a crime."
"My cousin lives in America now and she was here for the family weddings, and, um, whatever," Cash said, aware that this was a weird opening to the story but unsure how else to tell it. "I borrowed one of her books before she left —" or stole, he had not really remembered to give it back "— and I only got around to reading it recently. But it was an American book and there was a whole thing where the detective was trying to use a ouija board to solve a crime."
MJ made this!