Lucretia was not one for flinching - her expectations of her children had always been clear, just as the expectations for her had been when she married. The aim of life, as far as she was concerned was to do better than the generation before - her children were expected to marry better than she had.

'A wizengemot position? Something in the ministry? she pressed, well aware of the clip in her sons tone, the intention he had to get a rise out of her, 'One of those unspeakables or something- are they not supposed to do that? Or as an independant researcher?', there were several questions in one - but vagaries were of no use to her. A gentleman of leisure she could work with - clark was the problem. If this was only a matter of branding - then that could be managed.

'You are the eldest son, if you marry well your sister will have a better oppertunity to marry well' and she would need every advantage, 'Do you not wish your sister to be secure in life? Your marriage reflects on her and her prospects' -the guilt trip - a classic.

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