“Is that right?” Evan replied with a quirked brow. He wasn’t expecting to be let into the house, nor was he expecting the man to just be alright with the fact that he was there. Fucking Gryffindors and their bloody pride. They were always so God damn stubborn. “There’s this supposed rumor going about that I’m the father of Mackenzie’s child, and you don’t think we have anything to say to one another? I regret to inform you that you’re horribly mistaken.” There was another pause. “I don’t plan on staying long, since what I have to say isn’t much at all, but whether or not you’re willing to put our many differences to the side to sort this through is your decision. Let’s act like adults, shall we?” Once again, he never raised his voice, and let his tone remain pleasant. Even if he hated almost everything this man stood for, there was no need to stoop down to his level and act like a child, saying he didn’t want to talk to him.
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