“Me, derelict in my duties?” he scoffed. Duty was something he cared for... far more than Ursula did, at least; even if he did not so much mind snubbing people. Some people deserved to be snubbed.
But perhaps he should accept the invitation and endure an evening, just to prove his own superiority of character? To that end, Phineas made a grumbling noise in his throat that he supposed he would allow her to take as acquiescence.
What he would not allow her to do was become derelict of her remaining sense by imbibing any more in his presence, so he took the opportunity of confiscating her outstretched glass before she or a servant could do anything with it. Rather than pouring out more wine for her, he wordlessly performed a sort of anti-miracle, tapping his wand to the glass and refilling it with water before he proffered it back.
But perhaps he should accept the invitation and endure an evening, just to prove his own superiority of character? To that end, Phineas made a grumbling noise in his throat that he supposed he would allow her to take as acquiescence.
What he would not allow her to do was become derelict of her remaining sense by imbibing any more in his presence, so he took the opportunity of confiscating her outstretched glass before she or a servant could do anything with it. Rather than pouring out more wine for her, he wordlessly performed a sort of anti-miracle, tapping his wand to the glass and refilling it with water before he proffered it back.
