"No, it's nothing, I just, I mean..." Sam stumbled over the words as he put the tall cups and the bag onto the table, his mouth having evidently decided to respond before his brain had figured out what it wanted to say. It was fairly pathetic, given that he could stand in front of a roomful of students (at least half of whom he knew had only taken divination because they thought it was a soft option) and keep their attention for an entire hour. And yet he wasn't able to string a sentence together when confronted with someone who had formerly been a good friend. Was it because he wanted them to be friends again? Was he hoping that they could just pick up where they'd left off twenty years ago, or just...
What was on his mind? Did he want to ask anything, want Louise to explain? He wasn't nervous, not exactly, just uncomfortable that he seemed to have said the wrong thing, and then there was the fact that he felt odd about his position and talking about it. Despite what she said, there was a reason to be nervous, because... and then suddenly he realised that he wasn't the one who'd been discovered selling adult items by an old friend. Louise might have a right to be embarrassed, and some people would probably expect that. but she didn't appear to be. On the contrary, she was trying to reassure him that everything was okay. And in that moment, Sam decided to be honest.
"Nothing's wrong" he began as he attempted to open a small pot of milk that seemed to be specially designed to keep it's contents safely packaged until the end of time "I'm really glad I found your shop today and it's great to see you again. I'm just...well, it's hard to know where to start after so many years. I mean, the last time we saw each other we were still teenagers, and that's the way I still remember you, and I guess maybe it's that way for you as well?" the small piece of foil on the top of the milk pot came off between his fingers, leaving him with no way to get into it. " It feels weird telling you that I actually work at Hogwarts, never mind that I'm...oh, I feel like I'm showing off or something, but after You-know-who fell, and Minerva McGonagall became headmistress... well, I'm deputy headmaster now. I guess the governors picked me because of..." and here he trailed off, not wanting to discuss what had happened during that terrible year, the people they'd lost and the things he'd seen. Instead, he glanced at the window to make sure nobody was passing, then pulled his wand out and in a quick motion, vanished the lid of the pot and poured the milk into his cup at last.
He shook his head. "There's about a dozen other things on my mind, but I've mainly been thinking that if anyone told me that I'd have ended up in such a position I wouldnt believe them, and I'm half expecting you to either ask for proof or laugh in my face." A half-smile slipped across his face as he raised his cup and offered it in a toast. "What about you? What's on your mind just now?"