Vincent wasn't entirely sure if his son's frustration was genuine. He looked so tired. Still, it must be so boring to be here all day. That was how it had to be and the more they talked, the more certain Vincent was of that thought. "Since dying of boredom isn't a thing, I find it incredibly better." He wasn't here to take teen sass today. His son nearly died and too much stress was pressing down on Vincent for him to entertain Elijah further.

"Counter proposal. Eliza can help you come in here," he paused to give him a pointed look, noting that this little stunt of making his way around the house on his own was still not at all advisable, "and you can get some work done until you don't feel up for it anymore for the day. But you have to promise me that you will listen to your body when it tells you no more. If I find out that you have pushed yourself too far, I'll give the damn business to your brother."

When he first said those words, he wasn't sure if he was being serious. But he felt them ring in the air. No. He was serious. The very idea of finding out that Elijah was on the way to recovery, only to drop dead from pushing himself too hard? Vincent would never recover. The list of the dead was still in his office. Priam Lestrange, dead from infection. That rang in his ears every damn day when he thought of, looked at, his son. Now here the kid was, wanting to go out to Hogsmeade.