Sometimes. He hadn’t been able to keep up Ghoul Studies at Hogwarts, with all the auror-important classes to focus on, but this was an interesting topic and it seemed like an entertaining job, and Theo tried to picture what he or Cecily would have thought when they were younger, before they’d had any knowledge of magic, if they’d begun to hear strange noises in the night or clanking chains or creaking doors. Probably ghosts, to be fair. (And then they’d come to terms with magic, and the monster in the house had turned out to be their father in the cellar instead, so.)
Theo only managed to get in a question or two more about Greengrass’ work before he found himself caught in a checkmate, and to Greengrass’ credit, by then he was almost disappointed. “Well, good game,” Theo said half-heartedly, although it hadn’t been – it had been nothing short of disastrously embarrassing. But it meant the tournament was over for him; and it probably didn’t matter what this Greengrass brother thought of him or his pitiable chess playing, anyway.
Theo only managed to get in a question or two more about Greengrass’ work before he found himself caught in a checkmate, and to Greengrass’ credit, by then he was almost disappointed. “Well, good game,” Theo said half-heartedly, although it hadn’t been – it had been nothing short of disastrously embarrassing. But it meant the tournament was over for him; and it probably didn’t matter what this Greengrass brother thought of him or his pitiable chess playing, anyway.
