Unlike some of her siblings, Lycoris had no head for politics (though she did think women and all others of sound mind should be allowed to vote). Truth be told, as much as she loved Ozy, she also did not think he was likely to win Minister of Magic. She thought he was doing it just for the hell of it and not as a serious bid for office. And so, she had not been taking it seriously. It wasn't like she could vote.

One thing she did take seriously when it came to her elder brother was his career as an inventor. She loved his creations. Thus when she heard the next table over at The Painted Lady discussing how he was not even a good inventor, she had been incensed enough to discreetly hex their teacups to stick to their lips before leaving.

"Ozy, you will never believe what I heard at The Painted Lady today," she declared once she found him within the household. This declaration was likely not quite out of the norm to hear from her lips. "They had the gall to say you are not a good inventor. You might not make the worlds best Minister but you are the best inventor that I know." She was fuming, that much apparent as she paced around the room as she spoke. She really did think Ozy was a great inventor, and not only because she had sometimes helped him come up with a name or sometimes drew up ads for his creations.