That same house divide separated him from his elder brother, as well. While he spent all his time in the archives, gathering knowledge and studying various artifacts for the sake of it, content in not using the magic he learned about except to test it on an experimental basis, he knew that his brother was interested in the power it brought and what it could do for the Knights of Walpurgis. Cornelius didn’t mind it at all, however, as long as he could continue doing what he wanted, he didn’t care what Thaddeus decided to do with what he’d learned about powerful magic, and perhaps, the exact same could be said for Seneca.

Cornelius smiled, glad that she agreed with him, though he had an inkling she would, as it seemed they were similar in a lot of ways. “And I, you, Miss Lestrange,” he figured he’d find someone one day that he could discuss academia with, but he did think it would be a man, not a woman. But, even as traditional as he could be, he wouldn’t turn away a fellow academic just because of her sex. He was surprised she wanted to work on a project together, but he was excited at the prospect, no matter how forward it probably was to say. “Absolutely. I would like that,” he nodded, “Two heads are better than one, as they say.”

It was then that their dance had come to a close, the music quieting down a moment to signal the start of a new waltz starting soon and Cornelius knew his time with Miss Lestrange had come to an end for now. “Allow me to escort you back to your chaperone,” he asked her. Seneca could have a moment of rest until her next suitor waltzed her back onto the dance floor.