Jack nodded along in agreement; it was a terrible name for an establishment meant to help children. Children were not an inconvenience, not at all. It was not as if they asked to be brought into the world, and they should never be treated as such. This whole thing had Jack reconsidering the amount he'd planned to donate, perhaps it should be larger.

He was pleased to turn to more pleasant conversation of their own children. "Highly likely, Emerson writes home often." Mostly because Jack pestered him with letters requesting the details of his adventures at Hogwarts. "It's been just the two of us for quite a while, I'm afraid I'm a bit of a pest." Perhaps he would ease back, now that it was second term and obviously Emerson was fine.