It was such a Lia thing to do— Sander rolled his eyes before he could help himself. The mention of ‘sensing’ it did make him slightly uncomfortable, even if Sander wasn’t ready to admit it.
"Let’s have a look at it, then." He had no idea what the thing even looked like, but there were enough questionable antiques in his grandmother’s house that Sander hoped he could shed some light on the situation.
They were still in the Common Room and there were still people milling about. Lia felt as though they were watching her as if waiting for something. It didn’t feel safe. Showing Sander felt wrong. But she went against the feeling and hesitantly brought her bag to her lap.
Lia lifted the flap, carefully holding the opening as to only show Sander. “There’s a ballerina in it.” She adjusted the bag closer to her, feeling instinctively not to let Sander too close to it. “It’s broken though. It won’t play music anymore.”
Satisfied that they were going to try out the Quidditch thing, at least, Sander was confused by Lia’s question.
He knew why she was asking, but he certainly wasn’t going to push. Cyrus Riviera had turned in the old silver box with Lia after the accident, and everyone knew that was what had caused it. Professor Whelon had confiscated it immediately, of course, but the rumor had quickly spread across Hogwarts. Sander wondered if it was the key to pulling her memories back. After a moment too long of contemplation, Sander remembered to actually reply to her. ”I know next to nothing about music boxes, why?”
Lia bit her lip, unsure. She’d kept the music box a secret and she had no idea why. Most everyone knew about it. She mentally cursed Cyrus for that. But she’d never answer anything about it. And she had no idea why she was asking Sander about it. Talking about the box made her feel like she was betraying someone or something, but she needed to talk to someone.
She lowered her voice, not looking at him. “They hid it, but I sensed it. I’ve— I’ve stolen it back.” Lia pulled her bag, that sat next to her closer. “It’s here.”
Whatever. I can get myself to bed.
Ah, but it isn’t safe. A strapping young man like you?
Out and about and drunk? Someone’ll try and take advantage of you. You’ll need someone to fight them off for you. I’ll tell you what, I’ll guard you and only for the small price of twenty gallons. How ‘bout it?
Well, okay… keep it quiet; but I’m secretly devastated. I loved the expectations and presumptions put on me. Incredibly satisfying…
That’s an odd thing to love about it. But I suppose, whatever floats your boat.
Although, I do expect and I have presumptions that you’re aware of when enough alcohol is enough. You’re getting rather cheeky and I’m not sure I want to carry you back to your room.
No way! I’m celebrating.
You didn’t like being the kid of the minister?
Why not? I’d figure you’d get some perks of some sort.
It’s all over The Prophet. I’m now the kid of an ex-minister.
Oh yeah! Holy shit. I completely forgot that you go here. So..D’ya wanna talk about it or something?
"I can tell them that. Finn won’t rush you if it means scaring you away from the team." Of that, Sander was positive. He had a feeling that being around the team would probably be beneficial for Lia’s memory. It was a feeling that people typically didn’t seem to forget— the sport was a rush that made his heart beat faster even thinking about it now. No one was more excited than he was to see the old, snarky Talia Villace return to them.
The Gryffindor nodded once, his gaze going faraway. “I’ll talk to Finn and the others about it, I’m sure we can have you next week.”
"I’m looking forward to it, actually." Lia was a bit nervous about seeing all of the team again, but hopefully, when she’d see them, Ella would be kind enough to walk her there. But she was still excited to go. Maybe she’d even get hit in the head with a bludger and regain her memories. Probably not though. She’d probably have to tinker around with the music box she’d stolen back. There was something ominous about it, but still drew her in.
Lia eyed Sander. He seemed to study a lot. Perhaps he knew something about it. “Hey Gould, do you know anything about music boxes?”