Evander had severely doubted his brother had any friends who were truly professionals at anything - Alfred seemed allergic to the very concept - so he might have been pleasantly surprised to hear it. Except, however well that professional friend of his had repaired the curse’s damage, she was a she.
This took almost more digesting than the thought of the flat being cursed.
It was still too much to hope Alfred had engaged her services in the professional manner the situation demanded (with fair payment for the work, and a reassuring bout of procedural paperwork to follow), but this made it decidedly worse, his friend being a she. In fact, it made Evander distinctly uncomfortable, to the point where he would almost rather ignore it wholly and continue to eat his carrots in silence. But what would their parents have thought, god rest their souls, at hearing this?
“Successful or not,” he said stiffly, “you ought not to be - soliciting favours of that sort.” (Or any sort, particularly not from one’s female friends.) “She’s a cursebreaker, is she?” He asked, trying to soothe his worries somehow. Admittedly, a female cursebreaker, professional as she might be - if his brother wasn’t twisting her accomplishments into something that sounded better than the truth - was still hardly proper. Evander did not have high hopes for any details to follow.
This took almost more digesting than the thought of the flat being cursed.
It was still too much to hope Alfred had engaged her services in the professional manner the situation demanded (with fair payment for the work, and a reassuring bout of procedural paperwork to follow), but this made it decidedly worse, his friend being a she. In fact, it made Evander distinctly uncomfortable, to the point where he would almost rather ignore it wholly and continue to eat his carrots in silence. But what would their parents have thought, god rest their souls, at hearing this?
“Successful or not,” he said stiffly, “you ought not to be - soliciting favours of that sort.” (Or any sort, particularly not from one’s female friends.) “She’s a cursebreaker, is she?” He asked, trying to soothe his worries somehow. Admittedly, a female cursebreaker, professional as she might be - if his brother wasn’t twisting her accomplishments into something that sounded better than the truth - was still hardly proper. Evander did not have high hopes for any details to follow.
