“Well, there is a Weasley still in Azkaban.” Alex said with a snort as he gave Daphne a swat. “But I plan to spend far more time in bed with my betrothed than in Azkaban doing anything of any sort. Just as I’m sure that little Draco is going to be weak in the knees and unable to walk tomorrow from our darling Daphne’s attention. Kid doesn’t know what he’s getting into.”
No, he didn’t do pity, and he wasn’t very good at sympathy, but that was just him. He approached life as if it was a game of Quidditch, and whining and crying didn’t get you anywhere. If someone knocked you down, you got up and hit back. In the world of Alexander Bole things really were that simple. Everything could come down to some plan or tactic used on the pitch. In theory at any rate.
“Yes, Her Majesty is back again.” He said with a grin toward Tracey. “And don’t you worry, the things I’d do to you are quite different than the things I’d do to any Weasley. Though, I’d enjoy each just as much.” Alex loved to fight, even if for no other reason than to fight. He enjoyed it almost as much as he did lovemaking. As Tracey caught up to Daphne, he let them get a few steps ahead, if only so that he could enjoy watching his two favorite blondes walking.