While Tom was not the sort of person who was tardy, he felt that being late was necessary for this particular type of gathering. Minerva had said he was mysterious, infuriatingly so, and he had to maintain that image now, didn't he? He smiled slowly as he walked up behind her five minutes late, and as he got closer to her, he let his fingers rest lightly on her elbow.
"Hello, Minerva," He said pleasantly, dropping his hand and putting it into his pocket. He stared up at the tapestry, as though truly interested in it, and turned to her.
"Interesting tapestry, isn't it? Barnabas the Barmy. He tried to train trolls to perform in a ballet. Trolls. Ridiculous."
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