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Presley Black 
Whoops. Presley hadn't meant to lead the conversation to him putting himself down. That wasn't good at all. She smiled brightly "I'm sure you are great." Though she couldn't actually recall ever seeing him play, which was strange, because she went to every quidditch game. Every one.
Presley laughed lightly when Milton pushed the weirdo off of his lap. It was super bizarre of her. And obviously they weren't dating, because he'd just pushed her. Good.
Conversation on Presley. Not good. "My brother is on the Broom Features Development Team at the Ministry," Presley shrugged, avoiding the question, but giving an answer where he could infer anything he wanted. Her brother had just released his new super-cool feature where if you fell off your broom the invisible net charm caught you and another charm froze your breoom where it was simultaneously. Way awesome, even if her had used Presley as a guinea pig in the early stages of the features development. Time to redirect the topic. "So, what do you think you want to do after you graduate?" Since he'd already said he wouldn't be pursuing quidditch.
She must have misunderstood.
"Well, I AM great." Duh.
"Just not good enough for a professional league. Besides, I don't want to go pro anyways. It's too time-consuming and restricting." Shrug. He didn't want to live a life of set schedules and intense physical training and having to be certain places at certain times. He wanted to play quidditch, exercise, and travel at his
leisure.
Okaaay...? Milton didn't remember asking about her brother. Probably because he didn't, but whatever. Everybody had their secrets and Milton certainly had his, so he wouldn't question.
"Interesting. Tell him to make comfier seats." Merlin only knew how sore his butt was after each match. Ugh. And the conversation was back to him? Alright. Milton shrugged again.
"Dunno. My dad owns a pub in Dublin, sort of like the Leaky Cauldron. So I'll probably end up working there. It's pretty cool. Pretty famous, too." You know, being a Shacklebolt and all. Not to BRAG, but... yeah, he was bragging.