"You too." He much preferred to be called Mr. Taylor, but apparently, 'formalities weren't a part of IMC' and this lady was more occupied with twisting her ring than being respectful to her elders. Whatever. His mouth set into a grim, hard line as soon as Gavin said his wife worked in the department. Disapproval was written in BIG RED MARKER all over this now! "I see, I'm sure you work well together." Maybe a little TOO well.

Melissa Potter. Potter. That was a well known name, even these days. "Oh, congratulations! Is that an interesting job?" Probably not, tinkering with Muggle things was a waste of time. Charles had to sympathise, the poor child looked so proud of herself when all she did was put things back to the way Muggles intended them to be and while Muggles were particularly good at creating things, most things worked better with a bit of magic added.

Noticing the hovering person, Charles turned to her. "Miss." He nodded politely, hoping to engage her in conversation since she looked lost, or just as disinterested as him. He liked her already.