Adrian was nervous. He wasn't going to act it, because he'd be damned if he'd let anyone see it, but he knew he was nervous from the sudden churning in his gut and the way he overthought every move.
Quick handshake. Strong, which was good, but fast. Didn't like to touch, or didn't like to touch Adrian? This suddenly seemed like folly. He was a Weasley, and traditionally Weasleys and Puceys didn't get along. But at the same time, their conversations over the journals had been easy enough. Almost too easy. Strange for Adrian, who had enough difficulty being himself under normal circumstances, and this village was far from normal.
Although maybe that made it easier. Second chances. Very few people here knew him, and they all knew him from different times. And this bloke didn't know him at all.
The grin pulled an easy answering smile from him, full of pride. "I'd say it's all the broom, but I'd be lying." Adrian grinned. "I've been flying since my mum could get me balanced on a broom. It's all I ever wanted to do." And if he'd been given a choice, it's all he would have done. Here that was possible, no matter what he was doing back there. "It all comes down to practice. Sit a broom long enough, it's all natural."