 Granddaddy Ravenclaw | | Jermione Granger
Emmalee raised an eyebrow at the apparent surprise over the length of time. Was it... good because he hadn't assumed she was old enough for that to be true, or bad because now he thought she was old?
"And stuff, yes" she said, still internally musing over whether she should be flattered or offended by his wow. But merlin, did no one really understand what working in experimental botany actually entailed? Perhaps he did and his statement wasn't meant dismissively, but Emmalee's experience definitely colored how she interpreted.
"Busy with lots," she said, perhaps a bit shortly. "Determining whether its possible to breed for particular characteristics that increase the potency of magical herbs or develop alternatives to rare potions ingredients to deliver the same or similar effects." Why did everyone think she just watered plants and trimmed their dead leaves? She certainly did that too, and the caring for her plants was a joy, but sometimes she felt like people didn't take her work all that seriously.
She sipped her tea to keep her from saying anything... imprudent. "Must not have been a particularly strong passion to have disappeared after such a short tenure," she mused, mostly to herself, but certainly audible.
"Do you plan to resign, then?"
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