I finally released my arms from my father's neck, prompting him to set me down. I was somewhat glad that I did, especially when I saw Mom's death glare. I glanced down at the fallen paperwork, then back up to dad. 'Oh, you poor bastard.'
"Well, I think little white lies are part of parenting. Humans telling their children about Santa, things like that. For example, I let my daughter have fun watching some woman play around as a Magical Girl and lie by omission by not explaining to her what a Mid-life Crisis is." He countered.
"Did the boy say when he would be coming to visit the archives?" I asked Fudge after he calmed down enough to answer without yelling profanities at me. "No he didn't say exactly when he would be visiting this "archive" of yours." Fudge said spitefully. That wasn't good news at all since it meant that the brat could in theory just never claim his full two months in the archive and thus leave him untouchable to us. I could only pray that the brat proved incapable of understanding the ancient lost language texts in the archive that we haven't translated yet.
Bagman looked unhappy with this price but looked at Fudge since technically he had the final say in this matter. "Fine we , the ministry can accept these terms." Fudge said clearly unhappy with how this entire conversation went. He looked even worse however when he saw Nick take out a sheet of parchment from seemingly thin air that had dense writing on it already. Nick tapped the piece of paper and a few words on it changed before he handed it over. "Feel free to read the contract over to make sure the details are correct before you sign it." he said with a smile.