Post by Pheobe Davis on Jan 8, 2024 3:02:50 GMT
Pheobe could see it now, she and James cracking up at her eldest brother and his poor wife's panic at the twins being AWOL in the ministry at four years old. "Eventually you might get the details on that, I hear they're harassing neighboring ambassadors when they're in here. It's only a matter of time before they figure out where the candy drawer is." Pheobe was famous for her candy stash that she kept in the bottom drawer of her desk at all times.
Poor Lyn... That was all Pheobe could think of if James actually did make an honest woman out of her. "At least you're staying in one place now though, so that's a good thing. We know where to find you now." James had a habit of disappearing without a trace sometimes when he had been her partner.
She knew he would understand her worry about exposure, and sighed when James expressed his hopes for finding a solution to the problem at hand. At the mention of offering a course on proper handwriting, Pheobe smirked. "That may work. Although, knowing some of the handwriting in this department, I doubt it'd do much good right off the bat." Tristain's handwriting was the bane of her existence lately, damned chicken scratch.
"You're not the first person to tell me that. I'll stick to teaching the trainees here though. No parental involvement." She laughed at that because it was true. They took no one who hadn't graduated and wasn't seventeen into their program for Auror training. That way parents didn't have any say in their child's training, and the trainee was a legal adult at that point. Less messy in her mind.
Poor Lyn... That was all Pheobe could think of if James actually did make an honest woman out of her. "At least you're staying in one place now though, so that's a good thing. We know where to find you now." James had a habit of disappearing without a trace sometimes when he had been her partner.
She knew he would understand her worry about exposure, and sighed when James expressed his hopes for finding a solution to the problem at hand. At the mention of offering a course on proper handwriting, Pheobe smirked. "That may work. Although, knowing some of the handwriting in this department, I doubt it'd do much good right off the bat." Tristain's handwriting was the bane of her existence lately, damned chicken scratch.
"You're not the first person to tell me that. I'll stick to teaching the trainees here though. No parental involvement." She laughed at that because it was true. They took no one who hadn't graduated and wasn't seventeen into their program for Auror training. That way parents didn't have any say in their child's training, and the trainee was a legal adult at that point. Less messy in her mind.