[b]Anthony Stuart[/b]

Anthony stared at David for a good moment, picking apart the question in his head and frowning. It was too ambiguous. Far, far too ambiguous for him to not be instantly offended. Sure enough, he felt himself bristling – a bit like an angry cat – as he carefully ran over the words once more in his head.

[i]Did they get rewarded for their hard work?[/i] 'They were indeed,' is what he wanted to say. 'My mother killed during the war, and worse, and her prize at the end was a four-walled cage and annual visits from her son. And my father? All he did was support the cause with money, and suddenly his very livelihood is threatened. It seemed like the best of my family's options at the time, so yes, we were rewarded for sticking it through.' To do that though, he would have to be a Gryffindor with a particularly loose tongue.

More than that, Anthony wanted to curse him, but some things just weren't done in polite company.

Instead, he merely muttered, "My mother was justly rewarded." No longer having an appetite with what had looked to become a bright point in his day turning sour, he simply excused himself with perfect etiquette, given the situation, and stormed out in the direction of where Hagrid's class would likely be held.