It was apparent that David had grown to the assumption that being a curse-breaker was a real job, and Albert was having none of it. What good ever came from curse-breaking, anyways? His brother's immaturity was more likely to release a curse upon the magical world than do the world any good.

"What real thing have you done? Saved Mrs. Johnson's beloved pet porcupine that wandered into the Indian's sacred lands?" he taunted, his tone far from friendly.