April 7th, 1891 — Late Evening — A Small Town Somewhere
They'd ended up in this particular town for no reason at all, except that Ford had gone and investigated something here the week prior and so he knew the address of a public floo in the area. It was a mostly Muggle area — the "haunting" he'd gone to investigate was only a set of old pipes and a window that let in a draft even when it was shut — so once they'd left the floo behind they were more or less off the grid once again, which Ford had gotten the sense was important to Cash. And no wonder, with the nature of their conversation so far — it wasn't the sort of thing Ford would have wanted to discuss with his friends and family, if he had been going through this. Maybe in that respect Ford was the right person to be here, in that he was sort of a non-entity. He knew Lestrange, and he liked Lestrange, but the two couldn't have been considered close since they had only reconnected a few months ago, and they hadn't spoken once since the disastrous dinner party. Maybe saying all of this to Ford was a way of hedging his bets, because if Ford cut and run at least it wasn't much of a loss.
Ford didn't plan on running, though. In for a penny, in for a pound. He didn't think he could just leave now, after trapping a dementor in a wardrobe and listening to Cash talk about how lonely he felt and asking him questions about the boy he'd been in love with.
Since leaving London, the conversation between the two of them had been confined to only occasional superficial exchanges. It was like taking a break from climbing a mountain; they both needed the rest. There was probably more to be said, before Ford would feel as though he could leave Lestrange alone in good conscious, but he was hesitant to dive into it again, and he wasn't sure he knew where to start.
"Curry's good," he commented mildly, glancing from the bowl on the table up to Cash sitting across from him. They were in a booth at the back of the sort of place that doubled as an inn and a pub, which was one of the few places still serving food by the time they'd made it here.
Cassius Lestrange

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