Phineas was inching nearer and nearer to offing himself, to be frank, the longer he had to listen to this school governor prattle on. He had been waiting, interminably, to be given a chance to get a word in edgeways and put in his opinion, finally – but they had, instead, been interrupted by another party.
“Sirius.” Sirius, which would have been fine, if he had not interrupted, and in a manner that almost made it sound like there was a problem. But at least he had broken the conversational flow. “Yes, yes, in a moment,” Phineas said impatiently, shooting his son a swift, raised-eyebrow glance to say what?, but also not now, and not in front of this bloody governor. Surely Sirius, of all his children, knew how not to embarrass him.
“Sirius.” Sirius, which would have been fine, if he had not interrupted, and in a manner that almost made it sound like there was a problem. But at least he had broken the conversational flow. “Yes, yes, in a moment,” Phineas said impatiently, shooting his son a swift, raised-eyebrow glance to say what?, but also not now, and not in front of this bloody governor. Surely Sirius, of all his children, knew how not to embarrass him.
