Kristoffer narrowed his eyes at her response, unpicking that answer as best he could to mean she’d be married off one day. He forgot that poor people bothered with that sort of thing, when inheritances and the like must amount to no more than a few sickles. (Though it was admirable, if it were about keeping bloodlines pure.)
Apparently she’d be a Burke one day. The Burke in Slytherin. “Mm, I know him,” Kristoffer said, his tone imbued with disdain. “Pasty looking fellow?” Between Burke and Merriweather Mulciber, it was a mercy people didn’t think living in the Slytherin dungeons caused a sunlight deficiency so bad that every student would kick the bucket before they even graduated!
“I’m sure that could be arranged,” Kristoffer replied, anyhow, not entirely convinced he was kidding about that. “He looks like one shock’d be enough to finish him off, frankly.” He added offhandedly, puffing up his chest to prove a nice case for comparison.
Was she asking him to bump him off? He wasn’t sure whether it was a sign of just how much he wanted to impress Miss Borgin that he’d definitely do it, or merely a sign of just how much he wanted an excuse to fuck someone up for real.
Apparently she’d be a Burke one day. The Burke in Slytherin. “Mm, I know him,” Kristoffer said, his tone imbued with disdain. “Pasty looking fellow?” Between Burke and Merriweather Mulciber, it was a mercy people didn’t think living in the Slytherin dungeons caused a sunlight deficiency so bad that every student would kick the bucket before they even graduated!
“I’m sure that could be arranged,” Kristoffer replied, anyhow, not entirely convinced he was kidding about that. “He looks like one shock’d be enough to finish him off, frankly.” He added offhandedly, puffing up his chest to prove a nice case for comparison.
Was she asking him to bump him off? He wasn’t sure whether it was a sign of just how much he wanted to impress Miss Borgin that he’d definitely do it, or merely a sign of just how much he wanted an excuse to fuck someone up for real.
