Pim hovered back as he watched a group of children making sounds of awe over whatever demonstration was happening in Damocles’ cauldron. The hovering part was literal, now that his chair had been charmed with various upgrades that enabled it to fly but didn’t make it any easier to steer over well-trodden grass. He waited until most of the children had dispersed before he approached. “You’ve a popular stand here. I thought I’d never get close to you.” He looked around at the booth, abruptly reminded of how much he had hated potions in school. He wasn’t really sure how to interact with his brother’s booth but he didn’t want to seem unsupportive when that had already caused so many issues in the past. Talking felt like the best way forward. “It’s going well, then? It’s typical, isn’t it? Any other time, I would have to— well not work, because they would only pay the Aurors for something like this but I’d at least have to be on standby and the one time I’m all free, you’re working.”