Argus could see his daughter straighten her back when he spoke. He could see her fingers wrap around the music sheet when his voice brushed past her ears. He could almost see the tension as his voice permeated through the room.

It was sad, sometimes, to see the way his children responded to him. Sometimes, he thought, their reactions were based on fear and not on respect though he quickly shook those thoughts from his head.

Why would they fear him? Argus had been nothing but a brilliant father to them and he deserved their respect. It seemed Araminta knew that.

Quietly as he sat down, his daughter asked what it was he wanted. Argus let out a sigh and began shuffling the parchments in front of him in an attempt to keep busy. He could tell there was something she didn't want to discuss and he wasn't going to press it. Not yet.

"I want to talk about your future," the former auror began, "You are a Scrimgeour and that has a certain... amount of social responsibility, my darling child." A pause, "You will be coming out to society soon and I wish for you to find a suitor who is right for our family."

Argus shuffled in the seat slightly, "I'm sure you're aware that I visited your sister yesterday. It was nothing bad. I had to show her that her actions - her... disrespect toward how a young lady ought to act - was not acceptable. It will have an impact on her future. I do not want that for you. Do you understand? I want the very best for you, Araminta."