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Antonin didn’t care enough to continue arguing with her. Was a bad idea to argue with delusional teenagers. “You’re so very welcome. I have nothing to do with my time.” His voice dripping with sarcasm as well. “From you? Nothing.” He adjusted his coat. “Your parents paid for it already.”
She smirked at the tone of his voice. She knew who she was, and knew one day he’d regret irritating her. “Lovely.” She said curtly. “I’ll have to send them a thank you, I suppose. How are you Dolohov? Enjoying our lovely London winter?” She didn’t give a damn, but she supposed small talk might annoy him and decided to give it a try.
An eyebrow raised at her attempt as small talk. “I’m used to Welsh and Russian winters. This is nothing compared to them.” He shrugged. Antonin took a lot of pride in his heritage. Keeping the emotionless and calm tone as he spoke. “How about you?” The question might just irritate her as much as it irritated him.











