~ooO Support : Ernie MacMillan Ooo~
Ernie MacMillan was pleased as punch. His grandfather had praised Ernie for his quick and decisive actions the day Hermione Granger drew the Sword from the Stone. It was pure chance that he had been present that day to witness, but his actions had created an opportunity that would serve him and his family in the future.
Secretly Ernie would honestly admit he had been more concerned with getting Granger out of the Ministry than creating an opportunity. Granger was nice witch and she didn't deserve getting pressured by Ministry lackeys and bootlickers. Ernie had reminded himself that he wouldn't have liked a bunch of strangers getting in his face, making demands, and trying to become best friends, so he tried to behave like he would have wanted, to give Granger space and privacy. He hadn't planned on it but she definitely had appreciated his effort and offered his family the position of Court Steward. Currently it was being filled by his grandfather but Ernie knew that Gramps was going to train him to be the next Court Steward.
Ernie had been brought up by busy parents who often dropped him off at Gramp's townhouse when they had other matters to look to. He remembered the stories from his childhood, of the Olden Days of Wizarding Monarchs where every day was filled with new possibilities, where a poor ill-educated wizard had very good odds of beating a more wealthy polished fellow; because ideas and plans and creativity were rightfully attributed to the originator, not who had the most galleons. Wizarding Monarchs were good at ferreting out the truth and enforcing the spirit of the law. Quite unlike the Modern Ministry of Magic.
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