who taught you that? mother? father? pray tell, brother mine, what makes you better than a muggle? your blood. your money.

take all that away. what do you have?

.... you did what? you, who claimed to care deeply for her, put her away. like some type of animal.

is he mad?

waste of space? why because I refuse to follow your archaic, idiotic traditions?

I may be a waste of space but you, little brother, have always been spineless.

.. thoughtless and frankly, barely worth the breath it takes to address you.

they've got the perfect faces for it.
excuse him as he sends an owl to commission the statue. would she care to join him?

-- you deserve happiness.

Our family upholds standards that are ancient and terrible.

Magic and worth shouldn't be determined by blood.

If this man makes you happy. Truly happy.

Go for it, sweet girl. Be happy."

-- love this man?
If the answer is yes, then that's what should matter."

he offered the girl a small smile, sadness lingering in blue hues.

" I have no doubt that your mother is probably losing her shit. And my brother is no doubt plotting your demise.
But -- and there is a but, --

alphard leaned back within his seat, a mug of tea grasped between his fingers.

he noted the anxious mannerism but opted to not comment on it.

" ah. "

He responded once all had been revealed and she explained the reason for anxious engery.

" Is it not for the best then? You--

-- world offered. love was complicated, and no one chose to love who they loved.

He's denied an invitation to ALL family events. One of the perks of being disowned.

His mother would sooner see him d e a d than invite him anywhere.

" There's another man?
...I assume? Or is it another woman?"
Alphard's voice held no judgment as he'd come to see and accept all the --

her mother's always been a bit of a c u n t.
as for her father, he never should have been a father.

Someone else?

What... did he miss?

-- talking to a child.

" I disappointed him? I was a child. He was a grown man.

Who believed parenting was taking a cane to your child when they disagreed.

Who pushed down believes that harmed innocent people all because he believed himself better.

He was no father. He was a monster."

And what exactly had she given up? Please enlighten him what he did to cause her such rage.

Seated upon the couch, book closing upon his lap as he observed his mother.

"Do you wish for an apology? I. Did. Not. Ask. To. Be. Here."
He spoke the words slowly, measuring each one carefully as if--

" mother."
the world felt like barbed wire being tied around his vocals.

with a mother like her ; it's a wonder he hadn't turned out worse.

" to what do I owe this no doubt hellish visit? "