I got the point you were makin'
When I held my breath 'til you came up
Charity had been with Uncle Alfred for a couple of days, one of her last opportunities before she returned to Hogwarts. Evander no longer begrudged her this, for he understood she was always itching for an escape – although if their household, he and Caroline and Lily and Edmund wore on her patience, he had to imagine his brother’s house on the Sanditon terrace was no more peaceful, certainly not in the summer.
But at least Alfred was there in the summers, with his society sailing lessons. (It was more than could be said for Zelda now, during the week.) Evander had not heard if he meant to go underway again this year but with Zelda working at the Ministry again, he couldn’t fathom how it would be sensible to go – but on the other hand, he couldn’t fathom that marriage had made Alfred give up the sea entirely.
He had been half-inclined to question Charity on what she had learned from her stay when she had arrived home that evening, but she had hastened upstairs from the fireplace in the sitting room already, and instead Evander furrowed his brow at Alfred, who had Floo’d her bags back through. He closed his book, considering. “Drink, before you go?”
But at least Alfred was there in the summers, with his society sailing lessons. (It was more than could be said for Zelda now, during the week.) Evander had not heard if he meant to go underway again this year but with Zelda working at the Ministry again, he couldn’t fathom how it would be sensible to go – but on the other hand, he couldn’t fathom that marriage had made Alfred give up the sea entirely.
He had been half-inclined to question Charity on what she had learned from her stay when she had arrived home that evening, but she had hastened upstairs from the fireplace in the sitting room already, and instead Evander furrowed his brow at Alfred, who had Floo’d her bags back through. He closed his book, considering. “Drink, before you go?”
