“‘Oh’, what?” Kristoffer asked carelessly, looking over his shoulder as someone came around the corner after him – at some pace, if the footsteps he’d heard first had signified anything. He’d slowed down to wait for their appearance, since he had no intention of telling anybody anything about his plans for the rest of the evening (which mostly involved a discreet trip out to Borgin & Burke’s).
But it was only Tiberius’ wife, who had never factored much into his contemplation of the Lestrange family at large, because she wasn’t really a Lestrange, and no one ever seemed to have much praise for her, either. (Besides, Kristoffer was much used to being generally ignored by Tiberius and Cassius and his great-uncle and just about everyone else in the family, so it was only fair that he got to disdainfully ignore some people, too.)
But – going nowhere in her view – he leant back against the wall instead, and just eyed the blonde, considering. Maybe she was up to something, nosing about the house alone after dinner, and that was why she’d sounded so caught off guard. A corner of his lip curled up, a fraction sneering, at the idea. “Looking for something, were you?”
But it was only Tiberius’ wife, who had never factored much into his contemplation of the Lestrange family at large, because she wasn’t really a Lestrange, and no one ever seemed to have much praise for her, either. (Besides, Kristoffer was much used to being generally ignored by Tiberius and Cassius and his great-uncle and just about everyone else in the family, so it was only fair that he got to disdainfully ignore some people, too.)
But – going nowhere in her view – he leant back against the wall instead, and just eyed the blonde, considering. Maybe she was up to something, nosing about the house alone after dinner, and that was why she’d sounded so caught off guard. A corner of his lip curled up, a fraction sneering, at the idea. “Looking for something, were you?”
