Sirius’ smile was wide and toothy by the time it became obscured by the rim of his mug, as he, too, took a drink. Though Sirius, independently of anybody’s opinions on the matter, felt great pride and satisfaction in his work, there was a particular kind of validation in hearing that from a blood relative. He was, after all, certain his mother would disown him all over again if she had ever gotten the chance to witness what Sirius had done of himself and with his education.<br/>“It offers pretty flexible hours, is what it does,” he carried on, better to the point at hand, as he lowered his mug back onto the table. “I’m not in any rush to leave.”