Greengrass seen Yarrow at the Ministry, and he was still talking to him? He nearly smiled. Of course, Valerian didn't think his brother was that terrible, but it was impossible to ignore the reactions he evoked from the people he knew. He'd heard a handful of things - about his pettiness, his pissy attitude, everything. He supposed middle sons had to find some way to distinguish themselves. It seemed Greengrass had made a life for himself outside of leisure, which wasn't uncommon among eldest sons but was interesting enough to spark his curiosity.
"I work in the Potion and Plant Poisoning ward at St. Mungo's - as the assistant head," he said with a humble smile despite the pride he took in his job. It was the position once held by his mother, and was the position he'd strived for as a boy and then a young man. He would not likely take over the healer-in-charge position anytime soon still being under thirty, but he kept an eye on it. (If anything, the hospital director knew he would not take kindly to be overlooked for a promotion in the event their healer-in-charge ever left the ward.) "And you're at the Ministry." He took another sip of his wine and leaned back in his chair, making himself more comfortable. One leg came to rest across his lap, and one arm propped up lazily against the arm of the chair. "Let me guess..." His eyes flickered up and down Greengrass, like he was trying to figure out what he did for a living, which he was - but his eyes also lingered on all the parts of him Valerian usually found attractive in a man, just looking. He liked to look. "Magical Education - no, Transportation?"
"I work in the Potion and Plant Poisoning ward at St. Mungo's - as the assistant head," he said with a humble smile despite the pride he took in his job. It was the position once held by his mother, and was the position he'd strived for as a boy and then a young man. He would not likely take over the healer-in-charge position anytime soon still being under thirty, but he kept an eye on it. (If anything, the hospital director knew he would not take kindly to be overlooked for a promotion in the event their healer-in-charge ever left the ward.) "And you're at the Ministry." He took another sip of his wine and leaned back in his chair, making himself more comfortable. One leg came to rest across his lap, and one arm propped up lazily against the arm of the chair. "Let me guess..." His eyes flickered up and down Greengrass, like he was trying to figure out what he did for a living, which he was - but his eyes also lingered on all the parts of him Valerian usually found attractive in a man, just looking. He liked to look. "Magical Education - no, Transportation?"
