“I requested to go but was soundly rejected,” he admitted with a degree of bitterness. The owl had been tricky to send and slow to return, and it galled him that the auror office did not think him important enough to transfer to London, where they could heal him in moments, so he could lend his skills to the expedition. He was confident that he would have been more use than some of those he had heard were going – what bloody use was a debutante supposed to be?

He didn’t have a high opinion on the practicality of most women at the best of times but to think the most frivolous kind were going and he was not. If he had heard Miss Tweedy had gone it would have made more sense; at least she possessed abilities that would come in handy, though he found he was still not overly thrilled with the idea of her being in danger.

“You’re probably better off here anyway. Most of them won’t have a clue what they’ve gotten themselves into so they’ll need looking after when they get themselves hurt,” he raised an amused eyebrow at her, a grin forming on his face. “I do hope you’ll still find the time to come and keep me company though?”

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Indecently attractive set by MJ