"It's great, Hugh. I love the colour," Sofía added in Spanish. Over the years, she'd taught him a few things and liked to pepper phrases into conversations.
"And mine. The Ministry or WeeVee. A nice quiet desk job with lots of paperwork." She still remembered the look of shock on her mum's face when she'd announced that she was accepting a job at Gringotts not to do a nice, safe accounting role but to be a cursebreaker. Maybe that sort of thing would be good one day, but not right now.
Sofía picked up her coffee and indicated to Hugo that he should pour his own tea - he knew just how he liked it and she always felt that tea was easier to mess up than coffee. "Let's go sit down," she suggested, the couch calling out to her. "How's work? Are you planning more events?" The gala had been fun.