Darien grinned, more than relieved that she didn't seem to be entirely out-of-it as far as having fun went, and allowed his own drink to slide hot down his throat. It burned a little now, sure, but it was worth it--and after a couple more, he probably wouldn't even notice anymore.
"Oh, I'm a hitwizard," he answered, not without a hint of pride.
Darien was still about as thrilled now as the day he'd gotten his letter about joining the workforce in the job he'd dreamed of having for years. Admittedly, watching Derek kick arse all day every day was a big part of it, but part of him too had been determined to prove that he could do it at all. It took fairly high academic achievement to get a job as a hitwizard, and while he'd never done badly in school, he knew there was more than one person out there who thought he was incapable of actually being smart. "What about yourself? You do work in the Ministry, right?"
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