Stephen shook his head. "Sorry, it's not the same. He gets annoying; I can get the hell of his house and go home to Adrian. Not quite the same thing."
He tapped his finger on the desk. "True, but if it's right after, we can do a lot more damage, can't we? They'd be there and tired and we can bomb the fuck out of them. I know there is no precise targeting, but if we go by probabilities, we can certainly kill a lot more if they are all there. I guess we have to decide if the benefits are worth the risk."
He resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Slytherins were always going on and on about who was better. It was an eternal pissing contest with them, one that Stephen liked to win. "Fine, we'll do have this little game of yours. I'll even give you home court advantage since you'll have it when we go to Upper Slaughter, and do I need to evade you or just render you harmless? Because in that case, I'll make sure not to damage you too much. I really don't want to listen to Draco; the man can talk for hours," he said with a smile on his face. "And before you go into lecture mode, yes, I understand that when we're there evading them is more important then betting the shit out of a few of them."
"Simple is okay; unpredictability not so much, but that's my problem an I'll deal with it. I still like a nice plan to give to Adrian." He sighed at the thought of that discussion. "I'll come up with something."
Stephen couldn't imagine hexing his father. Ever. "I never touched my father with fists or magic, not even when I was taller than him. He loved me; he was just a pureblood, and things had to be a certain way. Children adjust give the proper incentive." Like not being locked up in a dark closet when little, that was a great incentive. "They won't be."