It's funny though, that she once thought she would become her father's daughter. A magizoologist, a bright explorer, someone who will push the boundaries of a known magical world. But Josephine ended up being like her grand-grand mère, a bright yet estranged potionmaking relative. Laverne was so smart, but she too was not someone who continued a legacy. Instead, she made her own. Maybe one day Jo could say the same thing about herself. For now, she can just do her job and keep that smile on. Until her cheeks hurt...