"And if it wasn't for Potter, we would have won every time," he replied good-naturedly. "God knows how anybody thought it was fair to let him play."
Adrian raised an eyebrow. His reasons for doing this weren't anything of the sort; he got a pardon this way and had some semblance of normalcy, almost reliving what his father had stolen from him. Of course, he'd never admit that. "I suppose," he said. "Of course it would be a hell of a lot easier if we could use Quick Quote Quills and spend more time out doing things. Maybe then I'd feel more useful... It's not like I thought it would be, being back here."
He looked at Cormac in disbelief. "You're a complete idiot," he said, picking up a quill and a new piece of parchment, sketching out a new room and jotting down names of shops Cormac should visit. "You didn't think to ask me? I have more houses than I know what to do with and apart from the estate, I've decorated them all in some fashion. Now where are the windows in this room?"