He screwed up his face, trying to understand just what Edwin was on about, he’ll know we’re out, until Robin explained.

Philip blinked as he caught up. Bollocks. And, much as he would happily resign and court any werewolf rumours (just to be rid of the job, really), he suspected the argument there would be that Algernon would never have allowed it, if they were Under.

“Well,” Philip said at last, leaning back in his chair and folding his arms as they faced this series of unfortunate options. He, at least, had always expected this day to come – for his father to catch on, to one day try and cast the curse on him again to rein him in. He was prepared to take his chances and fight the Imperius off face to face if he had to. Somehow he doubted his brothers would have had the forethought or the will to try resisting it, but then – Philip had never actually agreed to this option, anyway. So of course he had been working on alternative measures. “I’d say it was nice knowing the pair of you while it lasted, but...” he snorted unkindly. It was hard to say if either of his brothers had been any more fun unimperiused.

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