Josh had been, frankly, shocked when Plum said she had a brother at Hogwarts. Not really so much shocked that she had one as that he'd never heard about him and that, over the course of the few summers she'd been working, the bloke had never dropped by. He'd always been under the impression that the lovely, young receptionist lived as an only child, but his musings towards that end had been unfruitful for Plum had simply refused to offer up more than that she was going to meet her brother for their birthdays; he'd insisted on meeting the lad once he found out, though.

Yes, yes. He wanted to meet the lad because, if the boy were as good at Quidditch as Plum had suggested and if she felt that a signed Quaffle would be the height of all gifts, well, he had to meet the lad. For the gushing that would ensue. And, hell, maybe he could make inroads for the lad to get into a professional team. It never hurt to do what he could, did it?

That he was a bit egotistical didn't enter the picture in his mind.

"For the millioneth time, you're welcome," he said to the woman on his arm, though his tone of voice clearly indicated he didn't mind her still plying him with thanks as they reached a couple who had their arms around each other.