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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.
Noddin, Ellie tried imagining herself playing Quidditch, zooming around on a broom, holding the Quaffle in her arm... But still, bludgers got hit towards the chasers and the opposing chasers would still always try to knock her off her broom.
"I actually almost tried out for the team this year, believe it or not. But then..." She looked away. She shouldn't have brought this up, but it slipped out of her mind. Plus, she doubted Amadeus would want to hear the story anyway.
"Er... stuff. Something got in the way." Ellie said, waving her hand dismissively. Yeah, close one there.
"Well the championship's coming up. Are you ready?" Ellie asked with a smile, leading the conversation away from her slip-up. Ellie was excited for the game coming up. She knew the Hufflepuff's were savage when it came to Quidditch and Ravenclaw was extremely competitive. They had better win.
Ellie listened to his suggestions and nodded as he spoke. He actually had a good idea, about playing gigs at Hogsmeade. Maybe even the Leaky Cauldron?
"Not a bad idea, actually. And that would be fun too." Ellie could just see herself sitting behind a
piano playing her music for people as they ate and laughed with their friends. She laughed quietly when he shrugged about the drawing and painting part.
"Yeah, no one can really make a living of just painting pictures all the time." She shrugged. Plus, it seemed like famous artists only actually became famous a hundred years after they died. If Van Gogh was alive, he'd be a billionaire. Ellie shrugged and tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ear.
"But oh well, I'll find something. I've got three years to think about it or change my mind. We'll see what happens."