"Well what?" he responded, beginning to be annoyed by this whole thing now that he understood it had really all been over a button. Did his brother have better things to do than critique little bits of his coat? Didn't he have, like, mourning to accomplish, or something? What was he doing holding both of them back from the procession over something so utterly inconsequential, so stupid?
"Ow!" he said suddenly, as his thoughts were interrupted by Evander trampling on his toes. It wasn't that it really hurt, through the thick leather of his boot, but he could certainly feel it, and it was quite unexpected — who did that? Children — maybe sailors if they were misbehaving — but not supposedly stoic Ministry men. Certainly not at their father's funeral.
"Shove off," he said rudely, moving to put some space between the two of them so that he could protect his toes if Evander went a-stomping again. "Find something else to worry about, will you?"
MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER
"Ow!" he said suddenly, as his thoughts were interrupted by Evander trampling on his toes. It wasn't that it really hurt, through the thick leather of his boot, but he could certainly feel it, and it was quite unexpected — who did that? Children — maybe sailors if they were misbehaving — but not supposedly stoic Ministry men. Certainly not at their father's funeral.
"Shove off," he said rudely, moving to put some space between the two of them so that he could protect his toes if Evander went a-stomping again. "Find something else to worry about, will you?"
MJ made the most Alfredy of sets and then two years later she made it EVEN BETTER