Elijah dramatically groaned for effect and if he wasn’t in so much pain, he might have thrown in placing his forehead on his father and uncle’s desk as a show of finally giving up on the fight, “You don’t know that. I bet if anyone can die of boredom it’s me.” He couldn’t imagine spending another week cooped up in the house with nothing to do. He sighed, figuring at least he put up enough of an argument that if anyone got angry with him for not showing up to Hogsmeade, he could put the blame on his father. But, he was happy at least he was going to let him do some work in his office as long as he didn’t push himself too hard; at least then that was something that he could do to keep his mind distracted so he wasn’t completely bored.

“Fiiine,” he groaned, “I promise I will stop if I start feeling tired or in pain.” If his father didn’t believe him, he was sure Eliza could keep an eye on him, as she had been watching over him long enough that she could sense when he needed to rest without him telling her. He laughed (trying not to wince in sudden pain), though, at the prospect of his father giving the business to Josiah, “Josiah doesn’t want it. He’s going to be some hotshot Quidditch Star or something when he graduates.”