Charles wasn't sure if he'd class his relationship with his father as particularly close but he was at least a free, living man and not a mass murderer. That sort of thing wasn't hereditary, was it? He supposed by the logic he applied to his daughter being the hell spawn of her mother it was just as probable. Hopefully if Lestrange ever snapped and tried to kill half the Ministry Charles wouldn't be in the immediate vicinity at the time. He seemed perfectly sane from what he could tell though and his sister was as positively angelic.
He did consider himself close with his mother, however, he was quite aware that it was not something one boasted about as a grown man if one wanted to earn the respect of one's peers. Charles was still clinging to her apron strings for dear life but he wasn't self-aware enough to realize just how much of a mama's boy he was.
"It must have been difficult." He assumed it probably would be, although he'd only said it because it seemed like an appropriate sort of comment. "Two of my brothers died when I was a boy, unfortunately they were the better two." It was an attempt at humor although he could repeat it with perfect seriousness because he felt it was the truth. He had barely any recollection of his dead brothers, they had both died very young, but they had to be an improvement on the two he'd been left with. For a start neither would've been the first son and neither would've been Elmer. "Not quite the same though." Lest Tiberius Lestrange think he was making light of his pseudo-orphan childhood.
He did consider himself close with his mother, however, he was quite aware that it was not something one boasted about as a grown man if one wanted to earn the respect of one's peers. Charles was still clinging to her apron strings for dear life but he wasn't self-aware enough to realize just how much of a mama's boy he was.
"It must have been difficult." He assumed it probably would be, although he'd only said it because it seemed like an appropriate sort of comment. "Two of my brothers died when I was a boy, unfortunately they were the better two." It was an attempt at humor although he could repeat it with perfect seriousness because he felt it was the truth. He had barely any recollection of his dead brothers, they had both died very young, but they had to be an improvement on the two he'd been left with. For a start neither would've been the first son and neither would've been Elmer. "Not quite the same though." Lest Tiberius Lestrange think he was making light of his pseudo-orphan childhood.
