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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." The strain in the fourth year's voice was audible. Something detrimental had obviously gotten in the way of her attending try outs for the Ravenclaw team, but he was not one to push for answers. She hadn't done the same with Amadeus, so he would return the favor. The move from her own problems to the upcoming game wiped his mind clear of anything else but the stresses of quidditch. "As ready as I'll ever be," Avoiding her gaze, Amadeus's blue eyes stared intently at the burning embers in the fireplace, watching them slowly sizzle into ash and nothingness. "It's the first time we've gone to the finals in years. I just don't want to let anyone down, especially since I won't have another chance at it." Noticing that he was beginning to chew on his lower lip, Deus forced himself to stop. That wasn't appropriate behavior. It had simply been a subconscious response to the thought that after Hogwarts, there would be no more quidditch. Simply accounts, finances, types of bark and cores, negotiations, and the like.
It pleased him that she agreed with his ideas. Too many people at Hogwarts had their heads filled with fanciful dreams of becoming the next Celestina Warbeck. But of course, that chance was slim to none. Ellie had the right idea and seemed to be the perfect combination of a lovely aesthetic and mental capacity; or rather, beauty and brains. "Good luck with whatever you choose to do," He met her gaze, a rather morose expression on his face, "It's tough out in the real wizarding world, outside of classes and schooling in general." A quick moment of silence passed before a small smile crept onto his lips. "Promise me that I won't see you at the Ministry in ten years or so when I go to take care of official business?" The silliness of his proposal was ridiculously stupid, but it hadn't stopped him from uttering the inquiry. Picturing her in professional clothes was hard enough without imagining her in the type of stuffy office work that she disliked.