David grabbed a bagel. He was still hungry, especially after all the running. “You thought right.” He said in between two bites. “And I did hear about you. You were pretty impressive back when you dueled.” David had remembered the kid a few years back. He was in the audience. There was no way around it, Anthony had skill and talent. Though while David was eating and speaking, his mind was somewhere else.

It was the last name that troubled him. Stuart. His father had told him after his third year in Slytherin about his past. A little because he wanted to scare David out of magic or at least make him more cautious. Never the less the name Stuart often dropped. “Stuart, you say?” David then asked, a little more serious and careful. “I think I heard that name before. Now that I think of it. My dad often told stories about the Stuarts back when he lived in the United Kingdom.” He took another bite from his bagel, buying himself time to overthink his words. “Yeah, I remember. He used to work with the Stuarts back in the old days.” He looked straight at Anthony, trying to read his face or see a reaction. In the meantime he was also worried. What if the kid wasn’t from the same Stuarts his dad worked with? Maybe he said too much already?