*Arthur has, indeed, gone red in the face. Ron is still happily whacking the top of his father's head, oblivious, but Percy, Charlie and Bill all seem to have sensed that something's not right. The twins, not yet being three, have not. Bill edges closer to his brothers, protectively, looking uncertainly between his parents.
Arthur, on the other hand, hasn't taken his eyes off Lucius. His temper's slipping, he can feel it - one bloody word out of line about his children and he'll kill the smug bastard.*
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Date: 2011-03-15 01:15 am (UTC)Arthur, on the other hand, hasn't taken his eyes off Lucius. His temper's slipping, he can feel it - one bloody word out of line about his children and he'll kill the smug bastard.*
Six. And they're our pride and joy.