Anthony Goldstein (

"Justin it is," Anthony said before casting the spell. "Please, feel free to call me Anthony. We're not at St Mungo's."

The pink from Anthony's face receded a little as he took his own seat; his back was upright as usual. It didn't go away completely though. He's never been particularly good at small talk. Mentally, he reviewed what little he knew about Justin.

"The game hasn't started just yet. The players must still be changing out of their robes." Anthony squinted back at the sky. Weather was usually a safe topic, or so Anthony had been led to believe. "At least the rain's no coming down hard. I'd hate for anyone to lose grip of their broom."

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