“More or less,” Kons said drily, crouching down to retrieve some of the wayward fruit. It was true that the Lestranges dominated more than their fair share of the world – though in Kons’ experience at the Ministry most of them were at least polite – but whether they were gods or mortals Konstantin couldn’t shake the childish feeling of acceptance that he had been invited.
It was stupid. They didn’t really want him, only his position, but surely that was good enough? It had been, once, but now the fallacy seemed hollower than ever before.
“I’ve been invited to the weddings. It’s…well, I suppose Ross is an important man and the Chief Warlock might have simply extended the courtesy to the rest of the Wizengamot. Still, it’s a great honour.”
It was stupid. They didn’t really want him, only his position, but surely that was good enough? It had been, once, but now the fallacy seemed hollower than ever before.
“I’ve been invited to the weddings. It’s…well, I suppose Ross is an important man and the Chief Warlock might have simply extended the courtesy to the rest of the Wizengamot. Still, it’s a great honour.”