May 31, 1894 — McKinnon Household
Derek McKinnon Philomena Sprout

One of the unfortunate realities of life was that Adam's schedule and his siblings' schedules didn't always align as much as he would like. So it was always pleasant when he arrived home after work and someone else was at home.

He was in the foyer of the house, removing his hat as he entered the house, and, as he looked up, noticed Derek entering the same area from wherever he'd been in the house. "Evening," he greeted with a smile. "Are you having dinner at home tonight?" Hospital work was, of course, much more varied in schedule than most ministry office work.

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“Adam!” Derek called, beaming. He’d abandoned his book on the couch in favor of going to greet his brother. Thank Merlin someone was home; he’d been about to die from boredom. “Yeah. You just missed Edie though, she got called out on a case. Apparently nature waits for no one.” He chortled at his own horrible joke, reaching out to clap his brother on the back. Eliza was still at work - also working on a case - Isabeau was no doubt bugging Eliza at work for some inside scoop, and Jack was finishing up practice.

Having relayed this much to Adam, Derek stepped back to lean against the doorway. “Jack said he’d be home within the hour, but you never know, he might try and convince the team to go out for drinks with him.” Best not wait too long lest the meal get cold.

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Adam chuckled. Babies were, indeed, notoriously bad at keeping to a reasonable person's schedule. "Right. Presumably just us for dinner then," he said.

His outer layers removed, Adam started further into the house, still talking to Derek as he went. [b]"And your day? Any interesting stories of your own?" Adam's had been fairly normal--boring, even--which he'd learned to appreciate, honestly. Considering his office dealt with magical beasts, an "interesting day" could range from someone trying to keep pets they shouldn't have to dragons attacking London. Boring was fine.

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Derek pushed off of the wall, following his older brother into the house. “Yep, just got me to keep you company, you lucky bastard,” he joked, reaching forward to clap Adam on the back. “It’s gonna be all chatter about teaching trainees how to reset broken limbs in the field until we gorge ourselves on chocolate cake!” His day hadn’t been too rough, though the poor trainee seemed to be trying valiantly not to faint when they’d encountered a broom flying accident.

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Adam snorted. "And I can regale you with tales of the latest news in pets that people really should not have." He wasn't sure how much money a person needed to have in order to lose all common sense in that particular area, but sometimes he thought it must actually be quite low. Surely there couldn't be this many rich people with no concept of what was a suitable pet, right?

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Derek gave his brother a sympathetic wince. Quite frankly before Adam had gotten into the Beast Division, Derek hadn’t seen much of a problem with people keeping more exotic pets, especially ones that usually produced items that had magical properties. When he’d heard the horror stories (and seen the damage done by not a small amount of irresponsible folks), Derek’s rather liberal views on exotic pet ownership became much more conservative. “Please do,” He chuckled as they made their way into the kitchen. “I think Martha’s left some stew somewhere for us before she left on holiday.” He added in reference to their weekly housekeeper/cook.

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"Great," Adam said. "I'm suddenly famished."

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