Hestia truly feared a mass exodus of muggleborn healers from the hospital, and that was the last thing St. Mungo's needed now, especially with the country on the verge of war and You-Know-Who gaining power. She feared even more that she herself would have to leave the hospital if the Ministry began more intensive investigations, but she tried not to dwell on those thoughts.
"Do you think that this new commission's going to cause more change?" Hestia asked, dropping her voice. She turned on her stool to face him, and also get a better view of the patrons around them. She didn't think anybody in particular would be listening in to their conversation, but Hestia also didn't want to take chances. Now was certainly not the time to act carelessly or take unnecessary risks.
"First you're looking for a bed at St. Mungo's, and now you're after one at the Ministry as well?" Hestia teased, shaking her head with disapproval. "And there's no Mrs. Auror Robards nagging you to be home on time for dinner?" Hestia was slightly surprised at that. He'd been rather charming at the hospital, and he had an impressive job; there wasn't an incredibly obvious reason for him to be single.