"That's an idea," Max mused as he lead Siobhan down the stairs to where the agent was waiting. With magic, they likely wouldn't need as much storage space as a magical family since they could shrink things that weren't in use. It might not be difficult to free up and attic for a dance space. "We could also look into renting you a studio space," he added. That was, he thought, how teachers probably most often operated. Self-employed teachers, who didn't belong to a dance school, were unlikely to own their own studio.
He took Siobhan's hand on their way to the front door, and the agent cooed over what a happy, handsome couple they made. Max knew it was in her interests to make them like her, but he still glowed with pride at the compliments, brushing his thumb over the underside of Siobhan's engagement ring. They sat together in the back of the car as they drove under boughs of autumn foliage and past golden farmland. "I should warn you," the agent said as they approached Max's second house to view, "the decor inside is a little... old-fashioned. You have to look past that."