'I'd pay one to help Percy but he wouldn't have one in his house. And he actually does enjoy cooking....' She shook her head as if she couldn't understand that. It had been fine when she was helping Percy, but day in and day out?
'Maybe at the Auror office to do filing?' she mused. 'But no, he'd insist on a confidentiality clause!' she laughed. 'And none of ours would agree to keeping anything from us that they thought we should know.' She smirked. 'Or that we wanted to know....'
'Still, there are those elves who are currently homeless. Maybe he'd accept that? Parkinson hires a lot of those.' She looked up. 'Oh, you like her, too, don't you? I'm outnumbered. Antonin thinks she's great. I suspect one of the cabins on my boat is intended to lure her into sailing with us, her and her daughter. I mean, the woman adores shopping! What am I supposed to do with that????' She shook her head.
'Oh, good. Then you can help me persuade Percy that he can actually take a break from work and the world will not end. I could barely get him to my wedding, and he was the man of honor...'