"You might think so but I don't. In the end I can't stop you from vhat you vant. I vould like to think that had it been me you vanted you vould haff fought for it like I vould have. But I don't force vomen."
Viktor nodded as she agreed to send him an owl about the event. He gave her a mournful look as she told him good night.
"Good night Hestia and be vell."
He refused to watch her leave and instead stared at his half empty glass of ale. Maybe it was for the best, he hoped that working for the Order would give him more meaning in his life she didn't care to be.