At you and me both, Theo’s grin tugged a little wider. The Season wasn’t really meant for them, anyway: if he didn’t have the Cannons or some sense of duty to look out for Cecily he would come to even fewer society balls. And it would be years, thankfully, before he was even assumed to be eligible. (Or either of them, really: Cash wasn’t that old, and even if he was a Lestrange, he would still be playing quidditch for another half decade at least. Until then, presumably most of the debutantes here had countless other fish to fry.)
He shrugged noncommittally at the question. “I don’t know, I think that tree’s about ready to blow over,” he pointed out, moving a little closer to almost-but-not-actually nudge him in the right direction to see it. Hopefully this was the Sanditon heaping on some dramatic effects for the sake of the evening and not some storm that was going to move across the whole country, or the next few quidditch matches set to be played in the south of England would definitely be interesting.
Theo wasn’t worried, though, even with the howling wind; eventually, his eyes flickered back from the window. “Who did you come with?” he returned, privately wondering whether whoever it was might notice or not if Cash were to disappear from the ballroom for a bit. There was a whole resort, after all, and if this was the close of the season there must be a few deserted corners or empty rooms already... and maybe everyone would be too distracted by this weird unseasonable weather, anyway?
He shrugged noncommittally at the question. “I don’t know, I think that tree’s about ready to blow over,” he pointed out, moving a little closer to almost-but-not-actually nudge him in the right direction to see it. Hopefully this was the Sanditon heaping on some dramatic effects for the sake of the evening and not some storm that was going to move across the whole country, or the next few quidditch matches set to be played in the south of England would definitely be interesting.
Theo wasn’t worried, though, even with the howling wind; eventually, his eyes flickered back from the window. “Who did you come with?” he returned, privately wondering whether whoever it was might notice or not if Cash were to disappear from the ballroom for a bit. There was a whole resort, after all, and if this was the close of the season there must be a few deserted corners or empty rooms already... and maybe everyone would be too distracted by this weird unseasonable weather, anyway?
