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Watching Amadeus talk about quidditch was like watching a kid get his favorite toy on Christmas morning. His eyes practically sparkled. If Ellie had to play quidditch, she would choose to be keeper over anything else. Less chance of breaking a nose or loosing some teeth. She wasn't really into the whole pain thing. "Plus, playing good defense makes you look like a hero when you block shots." Ellie added about being a keeper. Ellie snorted when he mentioned loving beating people up. Well, those weren't his exact words, but that's how Ellie's brain translated it. "Some how meditative and 'a good whack' don't mesh well in my brain." She said with a laugh. "I don't know maybe I'm just a softie." [s]Pff, softie? She got in a fight!"[/b] But, of course, she didn't tell Deus that. No need to make such a first impression.
He sounded bored when he was talking about his future job. He didn't neccessarily sound excited about it, but she didn't press it any further. It must have been nice to know for sure what you were going to do in the future, because once you graduated... BOOM! You needed a job. Amadeus was lucky indeed. But he didn't seem to keen to talking about his future job, so all she said was, "You are lucky. Because I'm one of those people who has no idea what the future is going to be like for me." She said with a laugh, lightening the tense mood.
Ellie sighed heavily and leaned back into the couch. What where her interests and hobbies? She pondered for a moment. "Playing the piano is my passion. Along with painting. I could paint and play the piano for the rest of my life and be perfectly happy." Ellie told him, her blue eyes sparkling. She sighed again, and her smile faded. "The problem is... it's hard to make a living by just painting petty pictures and writing songs." Ellie twiddled with the snake ring on her middle finger. "Not to mention my desire to travel the world for inspiration..." She would have to marry Mr. Moneybags to support her in all she wanted to do. She laughed a little and looked up at him. "That all sounds so corny, doesn't it? Ellie, traveling the world to paint and play the piano... I don't know, that's just me." She told him with a shrug. It was truth, that was Ellie. She was someone that always liked doing something, going from place to place. She always tapped her foot or her pen; she couldn't sit still.
The Ravenclaw held back a snicker at Ellie's mention of heroism in quidditch. She was, for the most part, correct. But truly, the seeker was nearly always the hero of the game. It pained him to think about what had happened to their seeker, Jimmy Wilkes, during the Hufflepuff game and how he was
still recovering. Even so, Ellie had done spectacularly as his replacement during the last game, having pushed away her insecurities and gone for the gold. "Quidditch is quidditch," Deus said simply and matter-of-factly, "Everyone's opinions about it, from certain regulations to teams to the sport in general, differ. I'm sure you could probably be a chaser, if you wanted, or a seeker; no whacking required." Amadeus laughed momentarily before his train of thought pulled him away. It brought to mind the reminder that the Hufflepuffs were the most driven quidditch fanatics in the school; this made his stomach churn. Practices for the final match would be quite interesting.
Taking a hand to sweep back a hair that had fallen in his face, the seventh year listened to her rattle off her hobbies, nodding every now and then. "Those are all good things," He spoke nonchalantly, "But like you said, it's hard to be successful in those areas. I suppose the only thing to do is to really want it and take opportunity as it comes. Maybe you could start by playing small shows in Hogsmeade? I don't think too many of the pub owners would mind you playing music there." Amadeus imagined the image of Ellie sitting in a small bar, playing the piano and being her musical self while people simultaneously chatted, listened, and drank. It wasn't hard to imagine her as a artist struggling for their passion. "As for drawing, I'm not sure what you could do. Making illustrations for companies is the only thing that comes to mind." He shrugged, knowing that it wasn't the best suggestion.