Oh... he knew that look on her face. Out of instinct, he put a protective hand on his hair. No touching the hair. Why did his siblings insist on touching his hair? He wanted it to still look nice. At least his sisters seemed to always be too short to reach for said hair when he was standing.

The moment she said no, he tried to think of other options. It was a surprise that she wasn't going off somewhere again, as it had always seemed to be part of her nature. Still, there could be other things that she could work on. The Ministry came to mind. Part of him wondered if he should work there.

When she said 'opposite', he gave her a confused look. Was she going to go into some weird occupation that didn't usually fit for her personality? That would be weird indeed. Closer to home, closer to him. Tilting his head, he tried to think of what was closer. Tutoring someone? Teaching someone? Teaching... teaching. His eyes widened. "Are you going to work at Hogwarts?" He asked. Hadn't there been an opening in ancient runes? A class that he was in? Could be ancient studies... another class that he was in.