"The spelling mistakes in the owls. No auror could fake those, dear brother. It's simply atrocious," Rabastan dusted off his robe, then followed his brother further into the house.
He looked around, not much had changed in, oh, twenty some odd years, and he was somewhat glad for that. "So, dearest fuck face, what's on your mind?" He leaned against the doorway to the kitchen and watched his brother.