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Yes...well...David Truebridge was a bit of a diamond in the rough, not too unlike himself. Niche hobbies and interests and very few who could truly appreciate and understand the niches of those interests. But, well, all this was simply an aside at the moment seeing as there were even more distressing and pressing matters to focus on presently.
He would much rather discuss rocks though, for the record.
"My cousin, actually," he nodded, his face twitching just a bit in discomfort at thinking about what almost was. "She is the current professor of Herbology and Slytherin Head of House." The first of those, he realized all too delayed, may come across as a bit insensitive and just the sort of superfluous information to send this conversation even further into a nosedive.
The urgency in David's voice was not missed, though it was an unsettling sort of urgency. There was fear and stress, the stress of expectation thrust upon him, coating each syllable. And while Airey would never wish for one of his family to return as a ghost, he would much rather them move on and be at eternal rest, he was not terrified by the thought. But the words, the stammering, the nervous manner in which David cleaned his glasses...it reminded himself of, well, himself as a lad. Trying to please and not disappoint a certain rigidness from paternal gazes.
"Mr. Truebridge," he spoke clearly, calmly, and in very much the sort of manner he would were he about to hand out assignments for the department. Which is why what came next may be...surprising. "Do you...would you...require a hug?"
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