Adam’s time in Tinworth was marked with questions. Questions from Malfoy, questions from Helen. One wanted to know what he knew and the other wanted to know how he was. For a man who spent his living asking questions himself, he wasn’t overly keen on answering them.
And so, he hadn’t. Adam’s time as an Auror had taught him a great deal. His time working for the Daily Prophet has given him acesss to sources and information most people couldn’t dream of. He was a fountain of knowledge, but able to turn the spigot off when needed.
His resistance to answering anything had left Adam with a leg that was all but dead. He could no longer walk and yearned for the cane he had at home. His left leg was black, the curse he’d taken years ago had finally one. So, Adam spent a lot of his time sitting. Sitting and waiting for the next question to come.
He hadn’t expected a rapt on the window. Turning, Adam’s face went from white to red in a matter of seconds. His son was there, his idiotic and impulsive son. Adam loved him completely for coming to save him and wanted to throttle him for being so reckless.
Opening the window, Adam leaned out of it and pulled Apollo into an embrace. “You fucking fool.”