“Much
more the former than the latter.” Newt replied. “Both he and his
fiancée are involved with the ministry, so they tend to stay there.”“Ah, I see,” Edwardo said. “I suppose devotion to one’s work runs in your family, doesn’t it?” He smiled kindly at Newt.
“I suppose it does.” He nodded, smiling in return. “My mum must have passed that onto us. My father was a hard working man as well.”
“What does your father do?” Edwardo asked, leaning forward in his seat with an elbow on the table in interest.
Carlos wondered mildly if Edwardo was going to poke Newt for every bit of information about himself. He didn’t look like he was in any hurry to stop, so Carlos decided to do a little clean-up. He slid his wand from his sleeve and flicked it toward some of the dishes on the stove to move them to the sink. Just for the fun of it though he also charmed a napkin near his brother to come up and dab at some of the crumbs that stuck in the younger man’s mustache.
Mikey jumped, a little surprised, and stared at his brother with an almost offended pout, to which Carlos just smirked cheekily.
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