Emma leaned forward when he did, elbows on the table, lips pressed together thoughtfully. "So it's definitely your dad having him send those letters to get me sacked. So it's his fault I can't get a bloody decent job. Not that working for George is bad. Actually rather like it, but it's not dragons, or breeding, yeah? Bloody hell."
She looked at him, brows furrowed slightly. "All right then, so that makes you my brother then, yeah? Are there any others of your relatives about that I ought to know about? S'good to know about blood relatives. Makes dating a bit hard when you can't go near purebloods for fear one of 'em might end up being a brother, yeah?"
She had a feeling that she ought to feel more shocked by this, but after so long, it just seemed sort of matter-of-fact. Something to absorb and move on about. She was far more irritated by the blocking of her work than she was by actually caring who her father was. Particularly considering he didn't seem to care about her that much.