john:
“I’m afraid I don’t know which one is yours in particular, but I’d be happy to help you look.” John offered, eager to get out of the office for a little while and distract himself with some other task that was actually achievable. He liked to feel productive, and hadn’t for months, spinning his wheels and accomplishing next to nothing in the time he’d spent at Hogwarts. “Yeah, Dawlish, John Dawlish.” John repeated, his brows narrowing. It wasn’t as though his name was uncommon, but John wondered at why his name seemed to ring a bell with the American. “Gen?” He asked, his gaze darting toward his partner’s desk and the picture on it with the American featured front and center. “Oh! You’re Gen’s Archie?”
Archie knew he could never let Gen know the length of time it had taken for him to put the connection together, or he’d never live it down. Really it should have been obvious from the name alone, but Archie thought he could be forgiven for his distraction. “I am indeed Gen’s Archie. They relocated me here, just for an extra boost. And MACUSA wanted more of an idea of what was happening here, so we can be prepared for any backlash back home.” The cover story was a believable one, and it was accurate. He wasn’t meant to say much about the other reason for coming, as the Wilkinsons wanted to keep everything as quiet as possible. “I was very eager to see Gen’s school. She’s told me so much about Hogwarts and I wanted to see it in person.”