[ He doesn't like it. Half of why he doesn't like it is that Ron's been giving flat, dead little answers worthy of Mild-fucking-May-Your-Sufferings-Be-At-The-Hands-Of-the-Wicked -- and Felix doesn't like those any better from his brother's mouth than this stranger's.
The other half is this: He knows that Ron's right, has thought about it at some quietly frantic length; is quite inclined to agree. They're here, and they're stuck, and it takes either arrogance or certainty for a jailer to toss keys in the cell. ]
And yet magic flourishes, in abundance. [ His voice is cooler than appropriate, but it's not clear whether he's noticed. ] Word has it that such is even issued as reward, for service well-shown the Courts.
Magic may not 'free' us, [ Privately, he still believes very much that it will. ] But it can certainly improve the lot we've been cast.
voice.
The other half is this: He knows that Ron's right, has thought about it at some quietly frantic length; is quite inclined to agree. They're here, and they're stuck, and it takes either arrogance or certainty for a jailer to toss keys in the cell. ]
And yet magic flourishes, in abundance. [ His voice is cooler than appropriate, but it's not clear whether he's noticed. ] Word has it that such is even issued as reward, for service well-shown the Courts.
Magic may not 'free' us, [ Privately, he still believes very much that it will. ] But it can certainly improve the lot we've been cast.