Dresden Academy

Ah, an issue of contention. Rhys was astoundingly good at finding those. He was once oblivious to this talent of his, but as part of his Auror training he'd been taught a bit about reading people, and he had gone on to read many an inadvertently struck nerve. Though he still didn't always pick up on it. "Well," he smiled a little sheepishly. "I'm lucky you're still doing repairs. And if anything worse - Merlin forbid - does happen to Meinwen, I'll be sure to see if you can't craft me something first. Can't have your talents wasting." Rhys smiled more broadly now. He felt that a better course of action than asking how long it would take for her father to retire. He didn't think she seemed too annoyed though, just a little thoughtful.

Rhys was happy enough for the conversation to turn to him and he straightened up a little when asked about his profession. "I'm an Auror. And no, that's not a joke," he offered Pepper a grin. "Though I'm currently working at Dresden as a guard. Sort of a probationary and 'until we have a role for you' kind of arrangement." He honestly didn't mind working at the school when he wasn't on night shift, though he was eager to assume something a little closer to his previous role. "A mate and I transferred over from the UK months ago now." He felt he should add that explanation in case she got the wrong idea about them being on probation. He hadn't been caught laundering dark artifacts or anything like that!