"It's worth a try but it's not as if anything Aunt Eunice feeds me ever fattens me up." Faustus pretended to look mournful. "I guess I'm just destined to be tall and skinny. I blame my parents." That sort of comment was about as close as he ever got to openly mentioning his father. He hadn't even told Eva who he was and he was closer to her than a lot of other people. It was too difficult though. Too big a can of worms.
"Pity," he said blandly. "And yeah, ten more minutes. We've already given him plenty of time to account for any common accidents."
He paused and considered what he'd been speculating about since the whole thing with Fell. "I think there's a fair chance that Harry already knew," he mused. "Don't quote me on that or anything but he was way too calm. So either he knew or he didn't care and while the latter's a possibility, he's had enough negative shit from the media to be pretty wary of them." He snorted. "Not that we'll ever get the truth out of him either way. Man's almost as good as a Slytherin at hiding his emotions."
"Yeah, pretty much," he said, running a hand through his wet hair. "You learn that sort of thing in Slytherin House, you know? Keep your eye on the ball and don't let anyone know what you're really thinking. And off the record, it's not that I haven't ever thought about doing something like that. There's been times I've come close. Usually when the perp's gotten off on a technicality. Never actually followed through though. The DMLE wasn't exactly thrilled when I presented myself for training given I had Death Eaters for grandparents and only me being conceived stopped Mum from following in Bellatrix Lestrange's footsteps. I know they watched me closely for the first few years and I have no intention of giving them anything to use to start a witch hunt."