Lorcan's eyes popped open, and when he saw it was Scorpius -- for some reason the voice hadn't been clearly recognizable saying hello -- he shifted to take up more of the chair, a bit more jauntily. That's what the sort of person who would buy this chair would do -- take charge of it. At least in Lorcan's mind.
"This chair is pretty comfortable," he told Scorpius. "What exactly are you looking for?"
Lorcan decided to get up, kicking the footrest out of the way so that he could stand up easily and look around the rest of the store. "I made Min," Lorcan said, surprised. "It's an old Russian spell, and my father helped me make a few modifications." He laughed, not entirely happily. "It's possibly the only thing I did right seventh year, though it wasn't easy. I think she turned out well; all the initial problems turned out to be fixable, at least, and she's growing into an interesting house." By the end of this, he did sound fairly satisfied.