"No family is always easy. Just ask anyone." Eliot didn't usually talk about his own. They were left in his past and he wanted them to stay there. Rasala's formality didn't bother him. It wasn't like he was a wide open book to someone he met for the first time.
The Weasley's. Eliot knew that name. Quentin worked for George Weasley, but he had never met the man. "I'm not a thief," he assured her. Still, he most likely wouldn't come alone. Maybe later down the road, but he didn't see it happening anytime soon.
"I should have known that," he grinned. He wasn't a big tea fan himself, but it was a very English thing. "Alright then! I'm going to fly a bit more on my kiddie broom then we'll go. One day I'm going to race you down the Pitch," he smiled. "When I graduate to the adult broom." He laughed then pushed off the ground and took off flying. The cold air rushed over and he smiled like a loon as he let out another whoop then laughed at himself.