Re: Kirley & Al
"I know. I've outdone myself," Kirley said because he and modesty were not on speaking terms. But also, he was proud of the hotel. "Usually I had an entire team of people I paid to make shit look like this. This time, it was just me, the house-elves, and whoever wanted to pitch in when they could." He paused, then decided to give credit where credit was due. "And your grandfather, as I mentioned before."
He looked around again, then back at Al. "No, clubs aren't really your thing, are they?" He knew that first-hand, and while it was an anathema to him, he knew how difficult it was for Al to be here and how much effort it took to stay. It was strange, knowing what that felt like when his entire life had been the exact opposite. This empathy thing was almost as wild a trip as some of the potions he'd been on.