He had only shared a nod in their general direction, his eyes not once falling upon Lita. He had never truly leered at any of his victims before, but at least he had wanted to see their faces, wanted to hear the piteous cries they made just before they took their final breathes. Once again he was reminded of how distinctly different all of this was. He had been made into a reluctant assassin and for someone who didn’t truly deserve to die at his hands.
Looking back on it now, she could feel nothing but contempt. While it had felt like something standable at the time, by the end of the night it had digressed into something that she couldn’t describe and also didn’t like. That was either what Evander was feeling now or he really just couldn’t stand being around the trio because from the moment they’d boarded the express, his eyes hadn’t met hers one single time.
“Survival tip number one,” she began to read seriously. “All adventures must be supervised by a mature, responsible adult who understands the risks involved.” She paused for a moment taking in every one of them, herself included, not quite sure if they passed the test or not. “This person is trained in and committed to the compliance with the seven points of the Basic Safety Adventure Procedure.” Her eyes went from Bradford fumbling with his teacup to Evander staring stonily out the window. “…I’m the adult here.”
He knew what was being done now. The more annoyed Evander appeared, the more brooding he did; the more he would look as if nothing was wrong or out of place. He had a feeling that it might not be a complete act. It was easy to detach yourself from a group when you detached yourself from everyone else on a daily basis, but with Bradford it wasn’t anything like that. He was known for his ease in a crowd and at the moment, that was something that was genuinely working against him.
Rookwood was not someone that he could take lightly. He wouldn’t want to offend the man by sending in one of the few others who worked at the shop or by having it delivered by house elf. No, it was a delicate matter and he would have to take care of it himself. After all he, and the shop, had a reputation to uphold with their regular shoppers. He didn’t want them to think that just because his father was no longer in charge the whole place would fall to ruins. Even after all this time, he still felt like he had to prove himself to the general public.
Ever since he’d been a boy, madness had consumed him. His interests developed into something far different from those his age. This curiosity about aspect smaller than him became steadily more volatile. It filled him with a careful rage directed at those who set off the order of balance. Those who didn’t care about what he cared about, those who weren’t careful to watch where they tread, those who didn’t stay in their place. Augustus had all the patience in the world, but not for these people. For them, he only had this responsibility he carried to punish them, but he (like many with these desires) could only do so in secret.