He still couldn’t see a way of clawing back a win from this chess game, so he was still committed to losing fast, but at least the knot of tightness in his chest had gone. He could breathe. The spirit division. Sure. Theo knew nothing about the Spirit division, but it wasn’t Law Enforcement; it wasn’t quidditch; it was nothing to do with Cassius Lestrange, so – he’d take it.
“Oh,” Theo said, in a tone of mild curiosity, choosing between a pair of pieces – which to move out of danger, and which to sacrifice first. “And are muggles’ houses ever really haunted?” Of all magical creatures and beings, he felt like he knew the least about ghosts, at least those beyond Hogwarts – but he’d grown up in London with a mostly muggle family – been raised nearly muggleborn, himself – so he did have to genuinely wonder about that.
“Oh,” Theo said, in a tone of mild curiosity, choosing between a pair of pieces – which to move out of danger, and which to sacrifice first. “And are muggles’ houses ever really haunted?” Of all magical creatures and beings, he felt like he knew the least about ghosts, at least those beyond Hogwarts – but he’d grown up in London with a mostly muggle family – been raised nearly muggleborn, himself – so he did have to genuinely wonder about that.
