Kristoffer wasn't sure he believed any of his wider family had gone into the Department of Mysteries for the impact of it, and he couldn't picture many of them being pleased, in fifty years, about having made the world a better place or anything. As far as he could tell, the department took his relatives who lacked the charisma and visible interest in people to do anything else... although perhaps it was their clever way of isolating themselves from a world of morons.
One's work being remembered generations later but not now, however, did not set Kristoffer's world alight, and he had never paid a great deal of attention in History of Magic, anyway. What he did pay a great deal of attention to, however, was the snort that came at Mr. Mulciber's dismissive answer, and that came from his son.
The muscle in Kristoffer's jaw tensed. He had been going to slouch again, now that he'd pretended to be interested, but if Merriweather thought this was so funny, he ought to join the conversation. "Ah, I see," Kris nodded politely at the man, adding innocently: "And is it a career passed through the generations of your family tree as well, sir? Do you hope your son will go on to join you there so that he can appreciate its importance too?"
One's work being remembered generations later but not now, however, did not set Kristoffer's world alight, and he had never paid a great deal of attention in History of Magic, anyway. What he did pay a great deal of attention to, however, was the snort that came at Mr. Mulciber's dismissive answer, and that came from his son.
The muscle in Kristoffer's jaw tensed. He had been going to slouch again, now that he'd pretended to be interested, but if Merriweather thought this was so funny, he ought to join the conversation. "Ah, I see," Kris nodded politely at the man, adding innocently: "And is it a career passed through the generations of your family tree as well, sir? Do you hope your son will go on to join you there so that he can appreciate its importance too?"
