"Listen to the good man, Bathsheba--cracking name, by the way," Edgar grinned, watching as the woman looked between the two. It was only when he took his attention from the woman entirely (just as she deemed to take the risk to let Edgar walk around unsupervised), that he realised who was standing before him. Sirius' brother.
He wasn't about to turn down any help regarding the cushion selection, and so he followed him. "I was part of the war effort," he nodded. He walked a fine line between Order member and Ministry official during those days. "Regulus, right?"
They came before a large wall of cushions in every colour imaginable. "Right, so how do I touch these without having hell's fury on my back?"