Bella smiled, though it wasn't sincere. "I wouldn't even know what to look for that plays at my strengths," she admitted. "I was so certain I would spend my life at St. Mungo's. It's not as if I could work at the hospital again, or even in the Ministry. Not with all the—gossip."
Well that was tough. It was, very, tough, and Mac knew something about difficult families, being in the middle of one. But Mac had the secure embrace of a family business to fall back on, and Miss Scrimgeour had not. (An idea began to form in his head.)
He tried his best to help her, until one of the MacFusty children started screaming for attention from Papa, and he had to depart.