"Looking to build your own Auror commune," Alastor teased, casting McKinnon a smirk from where he'd pushed his chair back against the wall of the box to better see the show and the box entrance at the same time.
"I'm sure there must be some thought to it by now," he continued, addressing Vance's curiosity. "There have been enough of us coming back, surely someone's looked into getting their property back. Some of the family names that have come back are rather synonymous with their wealth and status, after all."
It wasn't a problem for Alastor. His elder brother would have inherited anything of worth from their parents even if Alastor had lived. There wasn't much in the way of possessions from his past Alastor cared about. Maybe that foe glass prototype, but they had improved upon it in this time any way.