Caroline had flung that retort at him with manifest bitterness; Evander’s fingers tensed around the Floo powder pot as she threw his remaining relatives in his face, as if it were the beneficiary of her rescue attempts in question; as if his duty as guardian to Charity meant she supposed he didn’t have the capacity to care about anyone else’s safety, never mind that Charity hadn’t even been there. “No, but almost getting yourself killed is no help to anyone,” he corrected, already irritated.
Surely she could see that? Surely she regretted her actions? Maybe it was useless to ask today: of course she was still too emotional about it all. He could sense it in the static of the room, even without looking; her anger, the upset. And he was – angry, too, but it wouldn’t do to release it all so violently. He tapped the side of the pot to loose a clump of green powder from where it was stuck, and let his eyes dart up briefly, realising that she had sprung to her feet.
“You should sit,” Evander added stiffly. She wasn’t well. He didn’t know whether he meant this as an attempt to change the subject or not.
Surely she could see that? Surely she regretted her actions? Maybe it was useless to ask today: of course she was still too emotional about it all. He could sense it in the static of the room, even without looking; her anger, the upset. And he was – angry, too, but it wouldn’t do to release it all so violently. He tapped the side of the pot to loose a clump of green powder from where it was stuck, and let his eyes dart up briefly, realising that she had sprung to her feet.
“You should sit,” Evander added stiffly. She wasn’t well. He didn’t know whether he meant this as an attempt to change the subject or not.
