There was a lot he could say about Headmaster Black, but much less he was willing to say; after all, he assumed the Headmaster had played a role—however small—in seeing him appointed as Slytherin prefect. (Not to mention that Uncle Beckett was more laid-back than Eldin himself, however similar their interests might be.)
But right now, their shared interests was serving as a bonding point—and a way of him procuring new supplies. Though the rightful heir to his father's estate, it didn't help that his mother—who was currently partaking in the expedition—held the key to the Gringotts vault. It left him fairly helpless do to anything on his own at the moment.
He snatched a pair of nondescript gloves from the shelf. "Thanks, Uncle Beckett," he said with a beaming smile, "We should go flying once the fog lifts," he suggested. "We can take Rex, too."
But right now, their shared interests was serving as a bonding point—and a way of him procuring new supplies. Though the rightful heir to his father's estate, it didn't help that his mother—who was currently partaking in the expedition—held the key to the Gringotts vault. It left him fairly helpless do to anything on his own at the moment.
He snatched a pair of nondescript gloves from the shelf. "Thanks, Uncle Beckett," he said with a beaming smile, "We should go flying once the fog lifts," he suggested. "We can take Rex, too."
