Essery stared at her brother for a second like she was going to smack him, not hard - but enough to be felt, then she sighed and sank down against her arm of the sofa, nodding. "Of course I know that I work for him. And that he's completely inappropriate. And that he was my professor when I was at Hogwarts - gods do you remember how horrible I was at Potions? Nothing's going to happen about it, Rhyd. It's just a .... a crush." Crush. How ridiculous did that sound?