checking out the players

[Casper Darrow]

Casper had been working at the Ministry of Magic for all of his adult life and so he had come to know a large number of people by sight and name who didn't work with him - it was hard not to when you worked in the same building, passed people in corridors, overheard them in the elevators and just generally rubbed shoulders with people. Mr. Jackson's occupation in the Ministry wasn't entirely different from his own, they were in the same vein - that being dealing with magic gone astray rather than something like sports and he knew of the man though couldn't claim to have ever held a conversation with him before.

So he felt infinitely thankful when the gentleman approached him and he could address him by name. Casper liked knowing people's names, he loathed having to ask when the other party already knew it, it made him feel uncaring and guilty. "I am indeed, Mr. Jackson!" He couldn't deny that the turnout had been very pleasing, he'd had a series of nightmares in the week following up where no one had turned up at all and it was an utter failure. "I hope you haven't found it a waste of your day, I thought a picnic would be nice and simple. I read up on a few atmospheric charms in case it rained today." He couldn't hold back a slight nervous laugh.