"I'll check it out," he said, and he meant it. He was always willing to read really whatever was suggested. Though he wasn't sure if this boy was implying that he was the sort to like books that were mostly pictures. Whatever, no, that wasn't important.

"Okay." Was all he said to that explanation. He supposed that he could understand that, his mother wanting him to stay closer. But even if he had been receiving some lesson it still seemed like he would be pretty far behind. If he knew the basics, did he really know much more than a first year? Maybe a third year? Whatever, that was his business, not Indigo's. So he wasn't going to pry into his business.

Except now it seemed that the conversation had come to an end. He had been doing fine, but now he didn't know what to say anymore. Indigo wasn't great at talking to other people and holding normal conversations. "So you're from, uh, Ireland?"