He was grateful for her question, because it saved him from trying to recover his train of thought. "Yeah," he agreed. "A little nervous, too, about the teaching part — but it's just flying, I've always had a knack for flying," he said with a shrug. He wouldn't have even applied for a position as an actual professor of an academic class, but flying was only for first years and only covered the basics of how to get around on a broom. Anyone who was a capable flier could probably handle teaching that. And refereeing the Quidditch games and mentoring student Quidditch players during their practices would definitely be something he looked forward to. He'd had a good relationship with the Quidditch coach back when he was in school, and was hoping for similar dynamics when he got there. And he really couldn't argue with the pay, since room and board for him was included — it meant almost his entire income could go towards supporting Melody and Nora, which would leave them comfortable. After the uncertainty of the past few weeks, he really couldn't ask for anything more.

But it was going to be a big adjustment, not seeing the pair of them as often. It was an adjustment that he'd already made once this year, when he left the Irvingly house, so he knew he could do it — but just like before, he wasn't looking forward to cutting ties. At least this time he was on slightly more stable footing with Melody, so their letters might not be so stilted. He assumed she wouldn't hesitate to write him at school, especially if it was about Nora.

"I'll probably be working with some of Nora's future teachers," he pointed out. "Some of those professors stay there forever."

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