One of his brows twitched up with interest at the reply, shifting his shoulder blades to become more comfortable against the hard brick wall he was still using to keep himself propped up. Just as she felt with him, he kept getting this idea brewing in the back of his mind that he definitely knew this girl – he didn’t think he could forget a face like hers, but he had also been gone for 3 years, and things (and people) had been much different back before he had moved away.
The word ‘boorish’ wasn’t one he heard all too often, but the way she said it gave him the impression that it wasn’t too infrequent in her vocabulary. He just shrugged his shoulder, when asked his own opinion on the matter.
“Depends on the night.”
When the question was turned around on him, as well as the additional question, he smirked before shaking his head.
“Yes….and no.”
He took a drag of his cigarette, and then flicked the ashes down to the cement beneath him, blowing out the smoke in the opposite direction away from her, but his eyes traveled back over to her.
“Those guys inside, they went to school with me at Durmstrang. I used’ta live ‘round here and I just moved back, so they came out to be among the boorish clientele to celebrate me gettin’ my own place, and comin’ back home.”
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