Walt had given up any appearance of reading and was now glaring at the pages with a helpless sort of anger.  Any other fight he'd consider his fight as much as Ephraim's, but there was no place to step in here.  He'd have been willing to pay Mister O'Malley to leave himself, but didn't want to cut his friends legs out from under him.  There was nothing to do really but listen and try to pick up the pieces later.

“Get out.”

“But ya ain’t any better than me and deeps down ya know it. We all ‘ave our vices in this family. Yer grandfather couldn’t pass up a dog track, I partake in some drink from time to time, you brover lusts over violence. And ya can’t walk by a pair of tits without wanting a shag. One of these days, you’ll come to the end of yer rope without much to yer name because that is who we are, boy. Ain’t no magic train or some college degree will fix that.”


Walt dropped the book with a resounding thud and leaned forward slightly on his perch.


“What’s incantation for ‘aving a body turn inside out again?”

"Wingardium Leviosa." Walt quipped without his usual good humor.  "Be a talking point down at the pub wouldn't it Mr. O'Malley.  He weighed the tension in the room, very attentive.  "But he ain't worth it.  Give him the money or don't, but you don't owe him anything."  He gave a nod to Burt O'Malley.  "Leaving are you?  That third step can be a bit tricky.  Been known to catapult people who step on it."