It should've maybe surprised Jamie that Theodore got right to the heart of the thing without even meaning to. Granted, the fact that he was technically American was probably one of his more interesting qualities. How to best explain without ruining the moment? "Um," he wasn't off to a great start. He took ten seconds to glance out the window and gather his thoughts, just so the story didn't sound quite as sad. "I lived there with my mother until she died, when I was nine. I didn't have any other family there, so I was sent back here to England, to live with my father." And his new wife and son, who were all proper purebloods. Jamie had stuck out like a sore thumb since day one. England itself wasn't so bad. It was full of old places and old things. He figured that Theodore would recognize the family name. "My father is Winston Dorny." Because he refused to call the man dad or anything remotely affectionate.
It was his turn to ask something then. "How did you get started with tarot?"