Well, that was unexpected. Both the fact that Taff was being candid with him and the fact that he'd lived with muggleborns. Ioan would have never guessed. All he'd known was that Constantine and his brother had at one point lived in Wales. As soon as he had the cocoa heating on the stove, he crossed the foyer and entered the family room, where he found Rivers sitting on the couch. A thoughtful frown drew his brows together as he wondered if his clothes would fit the other boy and tried to ignore just how forlorn Taff seemed.
"My parents are muggles, but they rarely watch it unless it's raining out. It's mostly in case there's company," he said, to keep up the conversation. Ioan figured he'd best take any chance at civility while they had it. "Come on. My clothes are upstairs. You can change up there and then bring your things back down to dry. I think we're about the same size."
There was every opportunity to make some snide comment about whether Taff would stoop to wear his clothes, but he took the higher road for a change. Maybe it was the lost expression he'd seen on Taff's face earlier or maybe it was just the place, but Ioan couldn't for the life of him summon even a hint of the anger he'd felt the last time they'd been together.