“Uhm…” Finbar chuckled with a shrug. “I wouldn’t say I’m back, since other than the years at school, I’ve never lived outside Ireland, but no, you’re right, I haven’t been in London very long. The short version of what made me decide would be that I followed the DMLE’s advice, and the full version will require your patience and open mind, which sounds… worse than it actually is. It’s just a long story.” He cleared his throat and looked at Cho. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to tell her, he just wasn’t sure if she really did want to hear it. “Somehow I find it hard to believe that you’d get bad press, but then, I haven’t read the gossip pages since, well, since my first year with the Bats. I pay my publicist to do that, and then she suggests steps to take if they get too out of line.”
“A bit mad is one way to describe it,” he grinned, because really? His immediate family included more people than was on a regular family’s full family tree. “D’you go to Hong Kong to celebrate or does your family come here?” he asked, genuinely interested to get to know Cho, though not really sure why, other than he felt an attraction to her. What better reason was there to getting to know someone anyway?
Cho appeared to have relaxed quite a bit and as she first let a small, entirely Scottish bit slip and then laughed afterwards, Finbar was sold. Completely and utterly melted, finding it some of the most charming he had seen or heard from a witch in, well, a long time. “Yah, I ken,” he said, then smirked and amended. “Or rather, oi nu,” he said, leaving the proper English behind and slipping back into the Irish lilt that was the way his family spoke in private. “Ah, yes, the Tornados. Another proof that nobody’s perfect,” he teased gently. “We’re playing them in November, if you’d like to go. And before you say no, just know that I can get tickets for you in the Tornados section.”