Kieran shrugged his shoulders; reporting was the best job he'd had by a not-insignificant margin, but he had also had a lot of terrible jobs in his adulthood. And maybe he was carrying around a sore little torch, after his conversation with Fallon the other month — his sister quite evidently thought that his job didn't matter, and just because Kieran was sure that it did didn't mean that other people thought that way. He wasn't trying to change the world, or anything. He was just trying to tell people the truth.
That was a lot to unload on a near-stranger, though; so, the shrug. And then Miss Binns asked about Forfang, and Kieran was startled out of his reverie, even though he ought to have expected the question. He smiled at her, pleased.
"My best guess is that he's an academic writing under another name to protect his other research from getting attacked based on the werewolf-positive business," Kieran said, "Or some other professional, doesn't have to be an academic. Which would make sense to me as no one has admitted to running into him."
That was a lot to unload on a near-stranger, though; so, the shrug. And then Miss Binns asked about Forfang, and Kieran was startled out of his reverie, even though he ought to have expected the question. He smiled at her, pleased.
"My best guess is that he's an academic writing under another name to protect his other research from getting attacked based on the werewolf-positive business," Kieran said, "Or some other professional, doesn't have to be an academic. Which would make sense to me as no one has admitted to running into him."