Darby, Muggle brother of a Muggleborn witch, could have, a year ago, counted the number of wizardingkind he knew with less fingers than a hand was in need of. In fact, he had known two. Precisely two. His sister and Elle Drake. In the course of one years time, coinciding with his habiting Lowell Flats - a Muggle community as far as he had been aware - he had become acquainted with and befriended by more of wizardingkind than sometimes believed his own sister had ever met; hyperbole seemed warranted.

Living with them as neighbors and dating one had become as natural as breathing to him; living with one as a flatmate couldn't be that much different. Of course, just because she knew Josh and Leath didn't mean that she was a witch herself. Having been out with the lads a few times he knew that they got themselves around and known in the Muggle establishments. Josh moreso than Leathan.

"...I work with Josh actually..."

The rest of her statement got lost in the significance of that particular phrase and made his momentary considerations of her having been a pick up in a Muggle pub miss the mark. Still, he had to tred lightly. One couldn't go assuming, could they?

"Josh? Joshua Cloud, yeah? You work with him? In Diagon?" And if Josh happened to work in a Muggle establishment as well, then he was about to look an arse for his use of a nonsense word.