Quinn laughed and rolled her eyes, thinking about the hijinks she had gotten into abroad. "Yeah, it was fun, and I have plenty of stories. Not all of them fun, but such is life. It was really good to get a look at different wizarding cultures and all that. The Greeks especially do it quite differently over there—well, most do magic the same way as us, but some still keep up with ancient tradition—from mythological times, you know? Wild rituals and things that I got invited to; fascinating to watch but I'd never do it myself."

"Aw, I'm so happy for you both!" Quinn smiled and clapped a bit. "Kudos to you for getting through training and getting into the swing of work, I don't know if I could stand the pressure of it. Having someone's life literally in my hands...I might just crumble to pieces." She paused for a moment, thinking of her mother. "But you should be so proud of yourself," she said as she came back to reality, "and I'm sure your partner must be as well. And I'm glad you're able to get away from the stress with him from time to time. He must be so happy you get to go with him on his works trips, it sounds like a lot of fun."

"That's the kind of stuff I missed while I was abroad—the mundanity of life. While I was going around everything felt so big and new, but nothing felt super..." Quinn paused while trying to find the right wording. "...like home, I guess. I couldn't really put down any roots, make a lot of lasting relationships, start on any career paths. I didn't have my own apartment, couldn't keep pets, no romances—well, serious ones, at least," Quinn giggled, "but that's what I really want now, I think. Something that's really mine. I need to figure out what I want to do with my life, I need my own place, I want to start dating. I've been thinking about applying to the Ministry, or maybe a shop in the Alley, or even just taking up teaching. Maybe I'll move in somewhere in the Alley, too, if there's an open apartment. She thought about it for a moment, having a place that overlooked the bustling street, plants around her and a mug of tea in hand as she people watched. "But I do think that the traveling was good for me, at least for where I was in life."

Quinn shook her head. "God, sorry, I don't mean to just ramble all my thoughts at you. I just haven't had many people to talk to besides my family, recently," she chuckled awkwardly. This was a habit that had been hard for her to shake since she was a child—monologues about the things she liked, what she was thinking. She had learned to embrace that part of herself more, but was still cognizant that not everyone needed to hear her every waking thought.