"Oh, bloody brilliant. And I'm sure that Cece's said the same thing, naturally. Oh, that scandalous young muggleborn trying to pass himself off as our son when we all had nothing to do with him," Nicholas snorted, clutching his wand a bit more tightly in his hand.
"Look, this was something that could've been done by owl, you prat. I'm not one of the bloody pathetic little wizards that'll bow beneath your damned feet because I'm scared of the Ministry thugs." He took a step forward, nudging Madeleine subtly behind him.
"So unless you're going to quote me a time for appeal and revoke my card," he pulled it out of his wallet, in fact, and tossed it at the other man, "do get the hell out of my flat. And try not to wake my heathen children on the way out."
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