Quite the logical little lady, wasn’t she? Ewart grinned gracefully at her deference. “Oh no, my dear,” he protested genuinely, “you are quite entitled to your opinion.” He was right, of course, about the Ministry’s ghastliness, but he was also not one to need confirmation from anyone else in his beliefs; he had certainty enough for anyone, and he admired self-confidence when he saw it in others. It was rare enough that a person could be true to themselves without also swinging horribly to self-aggrandisement.
The lift doors cranked open on the right floor as Ewart answered the latter. “I was ensnared by experimental charms too swiftly,” he explained - this being when he had finally succumbed to Ministry work at all - “so am on the committee there. But I am a historian in true profession.” He smiled again, jovially. “Magical Education, here we are!”
The lift doors cranked open on the right floor as Ewart answered the latter. “I was ensnared by experimental charms too swiftly,” he explained - this being when he had finally succumbed to Ministry work at all - “so am on the committee there. But I am a historian in true profession.” He smiled again, jovially. “Magical Education, here we are!”
