"Then... don't get a house elf," Rhys shrugged, frowning slightly. He wasn't especially found of house elves either, but it wasn't like his brother was in dire need of one right now. Well--- maybe to clean up all this mess. It would be torture to force one woman to take care of a baby and clean this house; only a few days and it had become a total wreck. Though... not that he cared. "Just get a really dedicated maid," he finished.
With another quick look around the room, he quickly continued. "Maybe a maid, and then just an old nurse for Theodore." Rhys sighed, knowing now that things were going to be very different without Cordie running around, keeping their lives in check. Things were going to be--- difficult, for a long time.
"So," Rhys started again in a clipped tone, his hands together on his lap. A wave of authority spread through him (where was their father in all of this?), and he wasn't going to lie, it felt good having his older half brother asking him for advice. Especially since have the time he tortured him relentlessly.
"Anything else?" No doubt, he would need help with funeral arrangements. Though technically, again, their father should be dealing with things like that. But no doubt, he was waiting for the absolute last minute to include himself.
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