"I never said he wasn't a prat!" Hestia exclaimed, making a face. "I just know what'll take for him to stop, it's you I think will be stuck in this forever. If he hadn't been so protective of her, so then not hostile towards you, you would have been brassed off at him then too, wouldn't you? You know you would! You're the one who drew your wand first, for the love of Merlin, and no matter what he does, you're going to find fault in him."
She stood, pacing away from the sofa. "It frustrates me so bleeding much to deal with this. I would tolerate the normal amount of grumbling, grouchy father behaviour, but you're making a hobby out of disliking him."