She was being given an out, but it was wrapped in thorns. Already, a politician’s wording—even if it was not intended as such. If you don’t think I should. Not if she didn’t want him to, if she doubted his capability for the job. Doubted that society would benefit from his presence as Minister for Magic. How could Ros even imply that she doubted her husband—especially after all she had just said?

“Of course you should,” she affirmed with a smile, hoping he wouldn’t notice the slight tremble at the corners of her lips, doubting very much he would. “It’s what’s right.”

Right, but not desirable.

Best for the many, but not for her.