"Gods, those reporters. As if your job and your father's job wasn't hard enough and then they have to go and put shit in print," Minerva scathed, not liking the Prophet at the moment. "I mean I know they serve a purpose to the community to deliver the news, but sometimes I think it's more of a nuisance than a benefit."
She looked at Jamie. "And you know you're more to me than Harry Potter's son, right? I know I'm not the only one that feels that way." She reached over and squeezed his hand.
Minerva gave James a grim look. "I understand, and I have no doubt that you and your father are wanting to use that as a last resort, but that doesn't mean that weres won't think what they want to about this situation. There are those out there that believe the Ministry is fully against them now. That the registry will get used against them." She could hear Atlas' words clear in her head how he didn't want to be tagged and tracked like a dog.
She stubbed out her fag and drained her vodka. "No, I won't bother Teddy he's got enough going on with his mum back. And don't try and find out for yourself either. I don't want you to get into any trouble. I have some ideas, so it'll work out."