There was so much to look at in this room full of treasure-slash-junk, crystal parrots and all, that it was hard to focus fully on anything – but Endymion tore his attentions away from the object he was currently looking at to listen to an answer he really rather wanted to hear.
“I was just saying to Foxwood the other week that it’s a proper toss up between having to supervise a castleful of children and having to work under supervision by the Gringotts goblins,” he admitted, with a laugh – both had their downsides. “So don’t be too quick to choose.”
And both had their upsides, Lissington was right: it was nice to be based back in the country again finally. “But that makes sense,” he agreed, with an easy sigh in return. “My sister got cursed by a Pictish comb the last time I was gone.” He rolled his eyes as if to say typical, getting into cursebreaker problems when he was jaunting halfway across the world. Merlin, he wished one of his sisters had eloped. He had only wanted to live at the Dempsey estate until he was engaged to be married and found his own house, but unless he or one of his sisters married soon, Endymion rather thought he’d be in danger of being smothered soon. “Nice of your sister not to tell you. Family, eh?”
“I was just saying to Foxwood the other week that it’s a proper toss up between having to supervise a castleful of children and having to work under supervision by the Gringotts goblins,” he admitted, with a laugh – both had their downsides. “So don’t be too quick to choose.”
And both had their upsides, Lissington was right: it was nice to be based back in the country again finally. “But that makes sense,” he agreed, with an easy sigh in return. “My sister got cursed by a Pictish comb the last time I was gone.” He rolled his eyes as if to say typical, getting into cursebreaker problems when he was jaunting halfway across the world. Merlin, he wished one of his sisters had eloped. He had only wanted to live at the Dempsey estate until he was engaged to be married and found his own house, but unless he or one of his sisters married soon, Endymion rather thought he’d be in danger of being smothered soon. “Nice of your sister not to tell you. Family, eh?”
