The thought of Emrys marrying Miss Black was so amusing it was worth the whole conversation, Trystan thought. And - much as he liked Phineas Black - he could not imagine Black’s sister was much better-tempered than him, so Emrys probably wasn’t wrong there.
“Well, I can at least promise you’re not likely to find a wife here,” Trystan remarked, waving a hand to say the Ministry in general; because although he had suggested hobbies, he couldn’t think Emrys would stoop to committing to a working woman, especially. Besides, the Auror office in particular was hardly overflowing with attractive marriageable young women, either. (Which was an entirely sensible setup when it came to Trystan’s own self-control, although - well, saying that, he still would never say no to Miss Abernathy...) He cleared his throat, and abruptly registered the time. “So you’d best be off before my next session starts.”
“Well, I can at least promise you’re not likely to find a wife here,” Trystan remarked, waving a hand to say the Ministry in general; because although he had suggested hobbies, he couldn’t think Emrys would stoop to committing to a working woman, especially. Besides, the Auror office in particular was hardly overflowing with attractive marriageable young women, either. (Which was an entirely sensible setup when it came to Trystan’s own self-control, although - well, saying that, he still would never say no to Miss Abernathy...) He cleared his throat, and abruptly registered the time. “So you’d best be off before my next session starts.”
