Gus grinned at her; of everything he knew of Dorothea Twycross, he wasn’t shocked to hear that she didn’t believe in luck. He was the opposite - he’d swear on his life that Lady Luck had saved his life on more than one occasion. He had a variety of lucky charms most would call useless trinkets, although they were often enchanted to be tiny enough to fit in a pocket or to hang off off his trousers while tromping through tombs and caves and anything of the like. Perhaps it was time to permanently affix himself one for Hogwarts - Gus needed all the luck he could get there.

He took the ring back and slipped it over his pinky, finding that it barely fit there; he still needed to purchase it, but he could only hope that with this, his smile and batting his blue eyes at his sister she wouldn’t murder him on the spot. “I am old enough, although smart enough is still to be seen.” He hummed in agreement. Gus was always doubting his ability as a professor and consistently spent many nights pondering if he’d made the right choice of coming home. “Almost burnt down my classroom with a Hinkypunk, so even if you don’t believe in luck, I clearly could use some.” He winked at her as his smile widened.

Then Gus rubbed the back of his head. “You didn’t answer my question, Miss Twycross,” Never mind the fact that he hadn’t asked a question. “Do you need my help to find the man of your dreams?” Another thought crossed his mind and his face lit up with a laugh. “Are you debuting? Or did I miss it? Because I do believe you may owe me a dance, although I probably have two left feet at this point.” He hadn’t danced in over a decade; they’d probably be the laughing stock, but Gus would have fun doing it.

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