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Teddy noticed James’ careful choice of words and he frowned. “James, being good at something doesn’t mean you have an automatic obligation. Please don’t convince yourself you want the position because you’re good at the job. You’re going to be so miserable if you live like that.” He smiled gratefully when James agreed with him on his view of the Ministry. He wasn’t usually the type to need validation but sometimes he couldn’t help wanting it, especially from his family. “Try telling that to Lorcan…” He sighed deeply. “He’s making my life so difficult but all he’s doing is giving the Ministry more reason to force legislation. And guess who’s in charge of enforcing the new rules and regulations?” His shoulders dropped as he thought of all the morally grey things he had to do to hold his job down. “I added him to the Registry, James. I don’t think I could forgive somebody if they ever did that to me. But the Ministry forced my hand… he must know that he just- he refuses to try and see things from my perspective.” He chewed on his bottom lip to stop himself from saying any more. James was clearly struggling with his own problems, he hadn’t meant to make their conversation about him. He was only just realising now how desperate he was to talk about his strained relationship with Lorcan but James deserved better than that. “I’m sorry, I’m rambling.”
James shrugged. “Well, what I wanted to do isn’t happening,” he replied. “And I’m good at this, and it doesn’t matter if I’m totally in love with it or not. If I’m good at it and I get a sense of duty from it, I’m fine.” James was going to be a professional quidditch player—he had come so close, close enough that he had been a first-round pick for the Falmouth Falcons, but after a back injury that put him in the hospital for weeks and weeks and then left him in physical therapy for months after that, his quidditch career was over. All he knew was quidditch—he had lived, breathed, and slept quidditch for so long that he didn’t know what else to do when it didn’t work out. Becoming an auror was the easy choice for him. He was smart, he was a Potter, and he wanted to help people. Fuck the fact that the department was run by his father—James was going to be better than Harry. “I don’t know, that kid is stubborn as fuck,” he replied, leaning back on his palms. “And if he’s not willing to see you as anything other than the man, then maybe he’s not worth it.”











