Seth tensed as the door slammed open, barely sparing it a look. "That is not what I meant, and you know it." He said keeping his voice level. He could handle Henry yelling at him, certainly nothing new.
He stood up, leaning over to pick up the pile of laundry he had made, moving them to the other room setting them to wash. Henry looked livid by the time he returned to the living room, most likely because he didn't leave when he demanded. He had pushed too far, too quickly.
"You missed rescheduling an appointment with Sophia. After the letter from the Ministry I got this morning I was concern. I see now you are not kidnapped or dead and have everything under control. I'll go back to the office and take care of it." Some of the bitterness that Seth felt over Henry taking his word at their very possible worst seeped into his tone. He sighed making his way to the door. "I'll send groceries with mum when she comes back with Bran. You know where to find me if you need me."
Seth paused when he reached the door, thinking of the event on Saturday. Chances were, Henry had no idea it was going on if he hadn't been keeping up with his post. He debated half a moment before turning back to his brother. "There is a Charity Dinner on Saturday in remembrance of the victims of the Virus. Should I R.S.V.P. for one or two?"
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