He used a bit of wandless magic to pour tea for her and float it over to her. When he asked if she could stay with him during the summer, he smiled broadly. That was precisely what he had wanted to hear. He stood up and set the little pitcher of milk and the sugar bowl on the counter for her tea. Then he kissed her affectionately on the cheek.
"That would please me very much," he said. "We both know your father has not had much interest in training you properly. There are things that, at your age, about your family, about purebloods and your heritage. And about learning how to play with the big boys and girls." He knew she wanted to become a Death Eater, but his brother hadn't been very aggressive about advocating that for his offspring. Lorcan, however, was much more dedicated to Slytherin and Death Eater ideals. "You and I think very much alike," he said. "If you want, you can move in with me straight away, and I'll simply send an owl to your father. I have plans. Grand plans. And, believe me, this is not something you will want to miss." He gave her a smile that revealed to her that there indeed was something very large in the wind, and that he was extending her an invitation to be part of it.