“‘S’all grand.” Senan replied nonchalantly, scratching his forehead with the ridge of his index finger. “Perks of him bein’ the brother in law.”

Watchin' Calderon flirt like absolute shite was somethin' I wasn't expectin' teh ever see.

"Not very feckin' well if that's what yer askin'." Senan started softly, tilting his head a little. "Don't know too many details other than she was rather strict with herself after the fact, ye know? Ye'll have to talk to Lorna about all that."

"People mess up, lad. 'S just how life is. It's how ya handle it, that's the most important." He bounced his shoulders in a short shrug. "Nothin' ye've done has been half as terrible as Calder. Don't ye worry, yeah? Yer grand so."

"Eh," he started hesitantly. Does he exactly want to know this information? This was more of his wife's talent. "What'dje do?"

He definitely doesn’t miss that bell. Stupid expectations of waking up for food when it should be supplied whenever. People had differed appetites, they shouldn’t be expected to get it then and there if they weren’t hungry.

Like yer a bunch of cattle?

Oh, doesn’t he? Okay, now he’s snapping understands the full severity of Henry’s choice. “You can see where he’s comin’ from though, lad. Safety and all that.”

“Wait, what?” Senan replied with a trail of blinks at the soaking in information. “She doesn’t have a contract? Why is she allowed at the Aviary then?”

“This is Calder we’re talkin’ about. The day he admits any sort of emotion besides anger, we’ll all be in trouble.” Senan inhaled. “Released contracts and all.”

Ye lot see it as breakfast. It’s Calder’s way of makin’ chess moves. Not that I haven’t worked as his body guard fer years er no’in.

I’m not saying you aren’t, Henry.

“Stupid question but have ye talked to him about this?” Not that Senan ever did something as wild as that but if Henry is someone Calder actually listens to, it might be for the best.

He can’t sleep. Merlin knows why. So instead of bothering his wife as she slept soundlessly, he’s stuck outside tossing what American Muggles called a baseball. A gift he had gotten from a young Muggleborn fan during the Quidditch season.