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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack Yeah, see he was kind of afraid that Professor Flamsteed would say just that. He'd still be expected to raise his hand to ask to use the bathroom for the next few weeks and then suddenly the whole world would expect him to know exactly what to do with the rest of his life and be able to handle it on his own? How was any of that fair? He wasn't ready yet.
He wasn't quite ready for the question either. The Gryffindor scratched his head, looking down at his feet for a moment before looking back up to make eye contact with his head of house. Um. Well. Plan. That was the big question here, huh? "Well... Uh, I never applied to uni," he admitted rather sheepishly. Would this disappoint the man? Zander had the tendency to do so. "So I guess the plan's just... Y'know... Heading straight into things. Get a job, start making some more money. Figure it out along the way?" Again he averted his eyes. He had a lot of money saved up currently, after having worked as a waiter over the past summer and having a job under Cutty this year... Plus his parents helped with support 'n all... But he had very specific plans for that money. Which meant he'd still have to get a job to have money for the future. Maybe enough to support a family... Do something. Travel, maybe?
So in other words, Professor, there were no plans.
Airey's mouth opened agate and formed a long, and silent, 'O' while his blue eyes momentarily widened. To say he was disappointed would be false, not with the Head Boy at least, but rather himself for falling into assumption about what the young man would be doing. "I see," he nodded, pursing his lips while he opened the young man's file to jot down some notes.
Things.
There was that blasted word.
"Are we looking at a gap year, Mr. Adair? Or is furthering your education in the traditional sense something you don't see as your calling?" he asked, his tone clearly indicating (this time at least) that there was no disappointment or real concern. Just genuine interest.
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