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Ellie shrugged. She'd run into quite a few people that weren't the nicest at Hogwarts. Some kids were just rude; they didn't care who they pushed in the halls or whose fingers they stepped on. And it always seemed odd to her that it seemed like the Slytherin kids were the nicest. Ellie's best friends were in Slytherin, and she had met some pretty mean Gryffindors. "Yeah... Well chivalry isn't really alive and kicking anymore." Ellie told him with a light laugh.
Amadeus' comment made her raise her eyebrows. A fifth or sixth year? Heh, in your dreams, pretty boy. She definitely didn't feel that old. Maybe the past two years had really changed her. Ellie had learned to live on her own for weeks at a time when she couldn't stand to be around her mother. She sort of supported herself most of the time when she wasn't at home. Ellie bought her own clothes, food and school supplies. Maybe she had matured...? Her lips curved up into a smile. "Really, I look that old?" She asked with a chuckle. Even though it was only two years. Ah, a seventh year. Ellie assumed he was an older student. His tall stature high maturity level gave it away. That's when she realized: "Hey, you're a beater, aren't you?" She blurted out. Ellie was pretty sure it was him, but she hadn't really paid much attention to her own House's team this year. Plus, it was hard to tell who was who when all you could see was blue blurs flying across the sky.
Ellie followed his lead to a couch by the fire and sat down. She put her back to the overstuffed arm rest and tucked her knees into her chest. "Wow, you're gettin' old." She teased. "Do you have any idea what you're doing after you graduate?" Ellie wondered. Sheesh, term was almost over. It was hard to believe how fast it flew by. Ellie had no idea what she wanted to do after Hogwarts. Everyone usually ended up working in the Ministry, but that just seemed like the obvious answer. She wanted something more; something exciting!
He nodded at her mention of chivalry being dead, shrugging slightly. Amadeus was one of the few men who attempted to keep it alive but as hard as he tried, the hooligans of Hogwarts were degrading the old, proper ways and manners minute by minute. His never-ending disdain for contemporary foolishness was lifted by her mention of her age. "Oh, of course not!" The blonde chuckled, lifting his hands in a mock surrender. Adding onto his rather lame answer, Deus began, "Anyone can look any age, as long as they know how to go about it." Should he bring up that he dressed, and succeeded, as a middle-aged Don, with a mustache and all, for the Prefect High Tea? Maybe not at this moment, but possibly later.
As soon as the mention of quidditch, and he, specifically wormed its way into their talk, the swelling of his ego was palpable. Ellie had not realized what a can of worms she had opened, especially after such an epic win that the team had just accomplished against Slytherin. His name being on the leader board, number one for most bludger hits and number two for most blocked goals, had augmented his pride to even more massive proportions. Although he
had been made to be a keeper in the last match...
"Yes," Amadeus nodded, his smile seeming to never want to vacate his face, "At least, I was until our seeker was injured. Ever since the middle of our last game against Hufflepuff, the captain has made me the keeper." He shrugged nonchalantly, getting comfortable on the couch as he turned toward Ellie, crossing his right ankle onto his opposite knee. Deus resisted rolling his eyes at her mention of his age; she almost sounded like Braeden. Rather than having to defend his seniority to the fourth year, he moved onto the next subject: "Well, I plan to take over the family business. My father's family have been involved in wandmaking for years, so I'll eventually work my way to the top." He shrugged once more, although not as enthusiastically. "But what about you? I know you're far from leaving the school, but do you have any idea about what you want to do?" Most people went to the Ministry, which sounded like such a bore to the seventh year.