Ford was the sort of person who tended to remember names and faces, even when he hadn't interacted with someone in years since they'd graduated school. He was also not the type of person to follow professional Quidditch at anything more than a superficial level, and certainly he didn't follow the individuals involved in it. It was with mild surprise then that he realized Gallivan was right — the more recent connection, and the one that had been rattling around in his brain, was related to Quidditch.

"Oh, that's right. Lestrange mentioned you," he supplied. He didn't particularly want to elaborate on the context Gallivan's name had come up in, because it had been when Lestrange was inviting him and Grace to go watch a Quidditch match in Gallivan's box. If he said anything about it, it might seem that he was angling for an invite, which was just sort of tactless — and overlooked the part where he absolutely didn't want to go. Watching a Quidditch match was one thing; he knew enough to follow along and he probably would have enjoyed seeing Cash catch a snitch, he imagined. Pretending he was a Quidditch person when he was surrounded by actual Quidditch people was something else entirely, and it sounded exhausting.

Rather than explaining, he turned his attention to the board and moved one of his pawns out.

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