Justin rolled his eyes. "It's Justin. Only the butler's allowed to call me Mr. Finch-Fletchley, and that's because he won't stop no matter how often we ask him to call us by name. Sorry if I startled you, by the way," he added, thinking it to be the reason Anthony had stood up. He knew that he'd jumped a bit earlier when Ernie had come up behind him.
"Ooh, a gentleman," he teased with a smile. "Please do, kind sir."
He waited for Anthony to spell the seat dry and then sat down next to him and took a glance out at the pitch. "I haven't missed anything, have I?"