The object
”I’ve brought what you asked father.” He said shortly.
“You didn’t cause any trouble did you, son?” Tom asked in his usual icy tone, not looking up from the papers gathered around him.
Mathias took a breath and then shook his head.
”good, put it on my desk and go rest I’ve got work to do”
And he didn’t even say a thank you or a praise, of course, Mathias was used to that. He made his way back to his room and sat on his bed, thinking about how the mission went and if he felt better about himself.
He didn’t.
Later at night when it was time for dinner he walked downstairs and sat in his usual seat at the table. The dinner was always served by their maid at the same exact time each night. Another boring routine Tom had set for them.
Mathias could feel the tension as they sat together, eating. There was nothing to talk about, as usual. So they eat quietly without looking up at each other. When his mother wasn’t in Azkaban, she used to talk about the missions and death eaters in her crazy cruel tone and the whole thing would become more bearable, but now the only thing is heard is the damn silence Mathias always hated.
He often thought about his mother, the way she always made it harder for him to live, the way she complained about everything he did, the way she always told Tom to discipline him but now that she’s gone he understands that she just made it easier to live with his father.