Hearing him outright claim to hate her chosen career was an undeniable insult, one Fallon had to bite back and stomach as he continued on. Becoming an auror was proudest moment in her life, something concrete that defined her and proved she had managed to achieve some level of success. But Jesse -who never struggled or wanted for anything, who came from a nice family with a nice mother and a comfortable home - would never understand her perspective on this. For him, a career in the ministry was always in the cards, just as the independent living and success was. For him, her career was an inconvenience and nothing more.
But still, five years was more than she was asking for, really, as Fallon would have agreed to four. With eight years of experience she would be able to instruct other incoming aurors. She would still be able to utilize her skills, still feel useful, while maintaining a steady schedule. Fallon blinked in surprise, her thoughts struggling to keep up with the sudden turn in trajectory. He wasn't leaving, they were making a plan.
They would be alright, somehow. Maybe.
"Would you be alright if I was an instructor in the department?" She asked. "You can ask Selwyn, they have dependable hours and schedules. The only sort of event that would keep me from being home would be a full scale emergency, but even you would likely be called in in such an event." Her explanation came out in more of a relieved ramble than a steady answer.
Five years. The thought of him being willing to wait provided Fallon with a small amount of hope. Sure, she was to abandon her destined path, but that path had never been an achievable goal to begin with. What sane person would vote in the daughter of an alcoholic and a whore to be the minister of magic? What sane person would ever trust her with matters of state, with instances of emergencies and scandals? Realistically, Fallon was lucky to have finished school and continued on this far. Most women of her sort were servants or worse. She could stomach only pressing on for five more years, they both could.
"I don't want to wait five years to marry you." Fallon then added as she sat forward in her seat. "Children and a bigger home and all that can wait. But I don't ever want to wonder whether or not you're going to stick around again. No, I won't do it. We've caused each other enough harm in that regard. So, this is it. No more running or thinking or having to figure things out. That's over. Either we're in this or we're not."
But still, five years was more than she was asking for, really, as Fallon would have agreed to four. With eight years of experience she would be able to instruct other incoming aurors. She would still be able to utilize her skills, still feel useful, while maintaining a steady schedule. Fallon blinked in surprise, her thoughts struggling to keep up with the sudden turn in trajectory. He wasn't leaving, they were making a plan.
They would be alright, somehow. Maybe.
"Would you be alright if I was an instructor in the department?" She asked. "You can ask Selwyn, they have dependable hours and schedules. The only sort of event that would keep me from being home would be a full scale emergency, but even you would likely be called in in such an event." Her explanation came out in more of a relieved ramble than a steady answer.
Five years. The thought of him being willing to wait provided Fallon with a small amount of hope. Sure, she was to abandon her destined path, but that path had never been an achievable goal to begin with. What sane person would vote in the daughter of an alcoholic and a whore to be the minister of magic? What sane person would ever trust her with matters of state, with instances of emergencies and scandals? Realistically, Fallon was lucky to have finished school and continued on this far. Most women of her sort were servants or worse. She could stomach only pressing on for five more years, they both could.
"I don't want to wait five years to marry you." Fallon then added as she sat forward in her seat. "Children and a bigger home and all that can wait. But I don't ever want to wonder whether or not you're going to stick around again. No, I won't do it. We've caused each other enough harm in that regard. So, this is it. No more running or thinking or having to figure things out. That's over. Either we're in this or we're not."