Her cough was met with vague concern. Had she taken ill? She worked with magical creatures and she was getting on in age. There were plenty of diseases that she could catch. Dragonpox, for one, though a cure had been found for it and it was not nearly as serious as it had once been. She was older and thus, more susceptible to it. The cough was gone as suddenly as it had come. He surveyed her as she spoke, but all seemed well. She wasn't about to keel over in the lift. He didn't need to worry about being found with his aunt's lifeless body when the doors opened.

"Some traditions are ridiculous to continue to observe," He said in grim agreement, "And now I'm stuck with it until I can figure out a way out of this." Because surely, there was some way in which he could get out of this awful situation.