Seems that Dylan and Finn are going to be coming over for dinner tonight; Cass told me as I was leaving for the Ministry this morning. Not that I ever mind the boys coming over--far from it--but it made me wonder if I'd forgotten something; a birthday, their anniversary, our anniversary (as if Cassie would let me survive that!). I didn't think I had because I'm always more organised than that, but still...as busy as I've been lately, it's certainly possible.
No, evidently they just wanted to see us, which is fine. I always enjoy their visits, even if I don't tend to contribute much to the conversation, which generally seems to center around the latest fashions, Dylan's upcoming events or the current gossip circulating around Diagon Alley and the wizarding world at large. (Most of it seems to come from that ridiculous Witch Weekly or some similar nonsensical waste of good parchment, but that's neither here nor there.) I don't follow most of that business, but I can appreciate that it's important to Cass and Dylan...well, the fashions and events, that is.
Usually I can get Finn away and we'll talk about other things; Ministry affairs, some of his research at the Department of Mysteries, that sort of thing. Most of the work he does there is very secretive, but as I have security clearance for a good bit of it, he can discuss much of it with me. Sometimes I think that he's glad that he can, since he can't tell Dylan much about what he does there. It's hard not being able to share your work--your accomplishments, your triumphs, even your disappointments--with your spouse. I should know. I've never been able to share much of what I do with Cassie, in all the years of our marriage. Bless her, she's been more patient and understanding than any woman should ever have to be and Merlin knows that I appreciate that more than I've ever been able to tell her. I know it's been so difficult for her, but she's a strong woman and she's always been incredible about it. Dylan's the same way with Finn, really; I know he doesn't like it when Finn can't tell him about his work--probably pouts like mad--but he deals with it. Just like his mother, that one. So much like my Cassie.
Maybe I can even talk Finn into a chess game after dinner. That boy is about as good as I've ever seen; he beats me on a fairly regular basis, and that's something even my own father rarely did. Keeps me on my toes, that's for damn certain.
It ought to be a fairly quiet evening at any rate. Wyn's busy with some article she's writing for that upstanding bastion of journalistic integrity known as the Daily Prophet, and Bran'll be off spending the night with Conner. The McDougals are going on some family outing to the Quidditch Hall of Fame tomorrow, so of course, Conner had to have his best friend along with him. Quidditch-mad, those two--even worse than I was at their age! I can see them now, standing at the exhibit about Aidan McCloy, hero-worshiping every item in the case and talking as loudly as possible about how they 'are PERSONAL FRIENDS with AIDAN MCCLOY of the BALLYCASTLE BATS, and get tickets to their matches all the time and get to go into the locker room after the match and have loads of stuff signed by AIDAN MCCLOY and the rest of his teammates--yeah, all of 'em, because we've met ALL OF THE BATS'. Just to make sure that everyone in the vicinity knows that they've both met the man himself.
::shakes his head fondly, looking over at a framed photo on his desk and smiling at the sight of his youngest son elbowing his eldest son who returns the favour with a pop to the top of the boy's head while their sister rolls her eyes::
So different, the three of them. But I couldn't love them more if I tried. Just wish they believed that.
::goes back to organising the papers he's written detailing his latest field assignment::
Better get this done so I won't be late for dinner. I may take on some of the most dangerous assignments the Ministry can throw at me, but even I don't want to feel the wrath of Cassiopeia Evander if her dinner plans are thwarted!