Thunderers Coach • On mission 💪
Ingrid and Jonathon's manor, Ilkley, UK
Phillip stepped out of the floo, looking around at the manor in some distaste. The whole manor was decorated in drab and dreary colours in his opinion, obviously Jonathon's taste, because it certainly wasn't Ingrid. Dusting himself off, and cleaning his glasses, he looked around for the closest chair and sat down, sighing. His mother had ordered him to New Zealand to figure out what Carter's problem was, since he'd neglected all of her letters for close to a year. Phillip didn't think it was very fair, after all, why should he have to trudge around after his brother? It wasn't like he'd seen much of him in nearly ten years. Last Phillip had spent any quality time with him, he'd still been married, considering his marriage ended over seven years ago, that said a lot about the relationship he had with his brother. In all honesty, he figured Carter probably just didn't want to answer her, if only they all had that option. But no, Kiefer was the good boy who did what he was told and lived in the manor, Ingrid got married to tall, dark and silent to get their mother off her back and Phillip had tried to escape in other ultimately failed ways. Phillip didn't really want to be here, but if he was going to do this, he was going to need a buffer, he and Carter weren't close, they never had been. Carter never approved of Phillip's... proclivities and he'd always preferred just to ignore him. Phillip hadn't cared, it suited him just fine. "Ingrid." He didn't need to speak loudly, his sister would no doubt have been alerted of his presence and if she hadn't even expecting him, well, she certainly knew he was there now. He'd been on the floo network for years, though this was the first time he'd actually used it.