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Honestly, HOW had Gryffindor won the house cup. Bernadette Grantham had led a mission into the Forbidden Forest, not to mention her own personal agenda of trying to burn the castle down. The amount of points she lost (or maybe should have lost) should have been enough to sink the Gryffindor ship.
He was bitter. But whatever.
Piers listened to the rest of the feast, his eyes on the Slytherin table. He noted that his son was asleep, which.. might have bothered him if he weren't so exhausted. At least Curtis couldn't cause any trouble while he was asleep.
As for the seventh years, there were a few in his house that he would miss. Gunnar had been an excellent student leader and would be hard to replace.
Once the feast was over and the food was in front of them, Piers picked up his silverware and dug into the food. He liked the castle's food, but he had definitely missed his husband's cooking.
"Got any summer plans, Trent?" he asked in between bites. |