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Ellie giggled when Amadeus raised his hands in surrender. "I'm only kidding, I don't mind looking older; it's not always bad." It wasn't the first time someone had mistaken Ellie for an older student. Plus, Amadeus looked much older than a 7th year as well. Which wasn't a bad thing at all.
As soon as Ellie mentioned Quidditch, she could see how much it meant to him and how much he loved it. He was practically glowing next to her which made her smile. He was grinning with glee. "Is being keeper not as fun as beater? It sounds much less dangerous." Ellie said with a light laugh. She'd always loved a casual Quidditch game with her friends, but she didn't want to join the team. Everyone was way too brutal and viscious. Plus, people got hurt in every game... And Ellie was a wuss. She rested her chin on her hands while listening to him talk about his future. She raised her eyebrows. "Wandmaking, really? Does your family have their own shop or do they sell to Ollivanders...?" She wondered, leaving the question open for him to answer. Ellie loved her wand and how unique it was. She didn't know anyone with the same core as hers. Her father had given it to her and that meant a lot. Ellie raised a skeptical eyebrow. "You don't sound very thrilled about keeping in the family business." She observed.
What about her? Sheesh, she still had three years to go. Plus, she had no idea what she was going to do. "All I know is that I'm not working in the Ministry of Magic." She stated. Nooo way, jose was she working there. "Not that I'm "anti-government", or whatever," She used her fingers as air-quotes. "I just think it would be utterly boring. Every witch and wizard works for the Ministry. I want to be different." Ellie told him with a shrug. It just wasn't her thing. Ellie wanted to do new and exciting things, not work in a hidden building everyday. If she could get paid to travel, she would just skip around from country to country, culture to culture. Idealistic much more than reality, but who cared?
Amadeus was slightly relieved to hear that she hadn't taken his comment about her aesthetics to heart. He hadn't figured that she would, but one could never be sure, especially with Hogwarts girls.
"Keeping the goal hoops protected isn't bad, and it can be quite exhilarating when you make good saves," He began, with a shrug and a small, half-grin, "But I enjoy being a beater better. I like flying around the pitch, rather than just being confined to one area." His smile grew larger as the feeling of flying was tangible, at least to him. That was one of the few times he could let himself go from his numerous worries and stresses. Some of the most fun Amadeus had ever enjoyed had been on the quidditch pitch, especially when his friends
and boyfriend were cheering him on. Amadeus's smile morphed into a smirk as he added, "Being able to take a whack at people can also be quite meditative." What could he say? He was a typical, aggressive, testosterone-fueled boy.
The blue-eyed boy sobered up as she brought up his career path, which was a bit nerve-wracking, if truth be told. However, he would never admit his fears about the future, especially to a recent acquaintance. "It's an international coorperation," He spoke nonchalantly, in a rather bored tone as he shrugged, smoothing out a wrinkle on his trouser leg. "We procure and manufacture the wands and sell them to Ollivander, Gregorovitch, and others." What he spoke of was far from day-to-day life for most wizards, but the ease in his voice suggested that it was. It was simply the manner in which he had been raised. "I'm simply lucky to have a secure job for me. I know far too many people that have no idea of what's going to happen to them after school." He had avoided the question, but only narrowly. To be honest, he wasn't sure himself if wand-making was right for him. He had been told since he had been a young child that he would grow to make his parents proud, to carry on tradition. It wasn't something that he felt too comfortable talking or even thinking about
: whether his desires coincided with those that his family deemed to be proper and respectable. Amadeus had to hold back from sighing in relief as she spoke of her own ideas.
"Being different..." He chuckled, "Don't we all desire that." A moment of silence passed before Deus spoke up again, prompting another answer from the fourth year. "Well, what are your interests? Is there any hobby of yours that could earn you a decent living?"