In the Hogwarts staff lounge; Otavio is addressing a male staff member but open to a lady as well if they want to overhear/comment.
Otavio had sought out the job at Hogwarts mostly, he had to admit, because getting to spend his days at the English school was getting him away from having to spend them with his English wife. That being said, as far as scapegoats went, he was finding this rather pleasant. Academia suited him, and always had, and the subject was one of his favorites. Because it was only taught at NEWT level, he didn't have to take on too much at once, and he only had to deal with a small group of students who were all, as a general rule, intelligent. It was a rather nice change from spending the summer with his daughter.
Speaking of his daughter. He was in the professor's lounge when someone had asked, conversationally, what had brought him to England in the first place. Of course he knew better than to tell anyone the truth (as if anyone in their right mind would have believed him), and by now the story rolled rather easily off his tongue.
"My wife is English, and getting sentimental, I suppose," he said, with a tone of affected disinterest. "She wanted very much for our last daughter to come out in English society, so I suppose we'll be here until she's married." After a slight pause, he turned to the other man (his coworker, he supposed) and raised an eyebrow. "I don't suppose you're in the market for a young, rich Brazilian wife?"
Otavio had sought out the job at Hogwarts mostly, he had to admit, because getting to spend his days at the English school was getting him away from having to spend them with his English wife. That being said, as far as scapegoats went, he was finding this rather pleasant. Academia suited him, and always had, and the subject was one of his favorites. Because it was only taught at NEWT level, he didn't have to take on too much at once, and he only had to deal with a small group of students who were all, as a general rule, intelligent. It was a rather nice change from spending the summer with his daughter.
Speaking of his daughter. He was in the professor's lounge when someone had asked, conversationally, what had brought him to England in the first place. Of course he knew better than to tell anyone the truth (as if anyone in their right mind would have believed him), and by now the story rolled rather easily off his tongue.
"My wife is English, and getting sentimental, I suppose," he said, with a tone of affected disinterest. "She wanted very much for our last daughter to come out in English society, so I suppose we'll be here until she's married." After a slight pause, he turned to the other man (his coworker, he supposed) and raised an eyebrow. "I don't suppose you're in the market for a young, rich Brazilian wife?"
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