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Will grinned. Oh, Ignatius... you only serve to make me more and more impressed. He decided to run with it. "Thank you sir... I quite agree with Ignatius' assessment of you. Perhaps, if we're able to obtain the silk linens and other fine things more befitting our station, we could pass these inferior items off to the other Houses? Because really, it's a bit offensive to have to dine with them sitting there, eating in squallor... it kills the appetite, really, as it's very distasteful to observe them eating like swine in a barn. We strive to be men of your stature, after all, and so must have the best so we become accustomed to it."
"Do not pity them," Lord Borr shook his head. He had no knee to offer this distinguished looking young man or he would have. "Do not offer them your charity. They're men and they'll have to learn what life deals them! I'm sure Minister Cooper would not pity them and I certainly do not. So, you should not either."
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Jenster Ignatius eyed Berty. Had that guy just offered him the other knee? Creepy. Oh well. He was a good crowd to get involved with. He perched himself precariously on the edge of Borr's other knee. He had a feeling he would be dragged otherwise, and he wasn't about to be manhandled by such a large fellow.
"Oh no. One should never use gold napkins. Silk with gold stitching perhaps, but never gold. It would be such a waste. And a wooden throne. You are obviously getting your substances mixed up. It should be gold for a throne." He smiled, "I will never settle for anything that isn't the best. And why go out and cut down the trees, when you can get someone else to do it for you?" House elves were best at that, or younger students.
Lord Borr frowned and dropped his knee out from the boy. He faked a cramp. "Terribly sorry about that. Terribly sorry. Trick knee." This boy, who was just that - a boy, was not
worthy of a gold throne. What EXACTLY had he done? NOTHING. He needed to learn his place, and as Lord Borr saw it, it was beneath him on the floor at the moment. "Perhaps I'll have you do it for me," Lord Borr smiled his wicked smile. He liked this boy, but he would learn his place.
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Nienna He didn't know how it happened, but he knew it was quick as he now found himself on Borr's lap. What in the world...? Kingston's eyes were wide as eggplants if it were possible as he stared at the man, not believing what he had just done. Kingston tried to get up from the mans' lap, but he couldn't as the man seemed to have a good hold on him. Grumbling under his breath, he watched as he offered his other lap to the Slytherin.
Once the man ruffled Kingston's hair, he gave a small jump. Well that was unexpected! Kingston never liked anyone touching him, and this was far too much. "Sir, I would love to hear more about your glorious days." Kingston said, trying not to sound disgusted. "It would mean the world to me. May I please stand up, Sir?" Kingston asked, trying not to sound desperate.
"Sure, my young man. Go sit back at your table and eat up. Too skinny and scrawny for my likings, and if you ever want to court a young woman - you need to grow some! Go! Sit! EAT! And I will see you, Mr. Wendleworth in my lounge later. You too," Lord Borr pointed at the Prefect boy. He did not extend the invitation to Mr. Potter.