family mysteries ((lucas))

Twila had been reading an old historical account of a witch hunt in the back corner of the Hopping Pot. She liked to read books and express her horizon on history. She spent years studying it and found the subject to be the best and she did take a passion in teaching students. Even if she had been of late focusing on her niece who she had no clue if she knew that she’d been part of the great Macnair family.

Being a Macnair was amazing.

Although she knew she needed to not be so focused since her mother was a well-respected professor. She just wished her brother didn’t let Olivia go. She had been taking notes on the witch hunt account. Taking a few sips of her drink and she looked up at a presence.

“You are late.”

@Lucas G. T. Burton III

Lucas was beyond a doubt completely unable to let loose. His friends were aware of this without a doubt but Lucas figured they wouldn't mind considering they accepted his friendship. Though perhaps his idea of friendship wasn't the same as it was for them? Either way, he was dressed in his suit as usual, looking impeccable and spotless.

He arrived at the place that he'd agreed to meet with Ms. MacNair. Yet her accusation he was late instantly rubbed him the wrong way. Not that he'd ever let a temper shimmer through. He had better manners than that. "Perhaps you ought to consult your watch before leveling such accusations." He told her with a polite smile. He knew he wasn't late. Perhaps just slightly less early than usual, but that wasn't the same as being late. The audacity.

Still he sat down calmly, clearly giving her his full attention. It would be rather impolite not to do so, after all. "How have you been? I trust your students are behaving properly?" Or rather, they better be if they wanted any hope of ever working for him. Though he truly didn't know. He'd been homeschooled by the very best private tutors money could buy so he wouldn't need to be around any potential bad influences. And well, his teacher certainly hadn't tolerated any unbecoming behaviours. That was a lesson he'd learned well before his teen years properly started.

Twila had known that those in the pureblood world tended to be very untight. She grew up around it and it had bothered her quite a bit since she liked to let loose every once in a while. She knew Lucas for years, and she had let out a bit of an eye roll at his response. “I see your humor has yet to change.” she commented. She put her book down and gave her full attention to the older man.

“My student are acting there usually. They haven’t changed, but I will say my attention has been focused on other things that I find more pressing as of late.” she pointed out. “Do you have siblings?”

Perhaps he could understand the frustration.

@Lucas G. T. Burton III

Lucas definitively was uptight. And well aware of it too. He was rarely if ever seen in a public setting in anything less than a full suit, and if a tie was missing it was usually because he was wearing a more formal bowtie instead. He never went to the gym as he had all the facilities he needed to keep fit in his mansion, as well as access to personal trainer if he so desired. He smiled ever so slightly and somewhat stiffly at her comment. "Ah, I suppose so. I fear that there is little hope that my sense of humour shall find itself changed at any point. I doubt I have the flexibility." He replied, attempting to sound rueful about it, even if he didn't feel it in the slightest.

"What has been occupying your mind?" He asked with slight concern. He did hope all was well with her. He cared deeply about his friends after all, even if he might not be particularly good at displaying such things in any way or situation. "I have no siblings. Only child, as all who carried my name were." And then some before that. The family hadn't had more than a single male heir in many generations as it kept the matter of inheritance a lot more plain and simple. No family feuds or squabbles when there needed to be no distributions. It kept things simple. "I'm not exactly well versed in the matters of family, but I'll assist in any way I'm able to."

Twila had four siblings, so it meant each of them had their own concerns. She had given Lucas a bit of a smirk on her face, she knew his humor would never change. "You know having a high ministry job, doesn't less you from being able to smile and let loose every once and a while." she said giving him a cheeky smile. She could be stern at times, but her sense of humor had always made up for it in a lot of ways.

"My brother has two illegitimate children, and before we put the pureblood hierarchy. These kids are some of the most talented kids this school has ever seen." she pointed out. Being a bastard didn't less someone's ability for success. "My brother left one of my colleagues years ago to be with his current wife, and I can't help but be fascinated by these kids. His daughter is one of the best Quidditch players, and I don't know how too approach it."

"She is meant for good things, and I can't get why he let it go."

@Lucas G. T. Burton III