“You never know, I could be an awfully dull individual. Especially in my school years.” Again he found himself chuckling, the self depreciative joke easily flowing from his lips. He took a sip of his champagne and listened as she spoke.

It surprised him that she had not been allowed to study the practical side of magic. Those were the only classes he had ended up taking the final years he had been in school. But he was careful not to let his surprise show on his face.

“It was. I made some of my closest friends while I was in school.” There had been a certain freedom to the potential for the future when he had been in school, it had trickled into his friendships and strengthened every memory he had of those days.

“I particularly enjoyed my practical magic courses.” He didn’t want to make her feel bad about not having had any lessons in wandwork though so he decided to move on, considering what she might find interesting. “Herbology was interesting, although I rather enjoyed Care of Magical Creatures more, once I was allowed to take it.” He smiled ruefully.

“There was one time when we were studying demiguises. In the middle of class the creature disappeared entirely. The professor was entirely unphased and continued to talk about the care of demiguise. Back in the common room that evening a friend of mine’s bag suddenly began lurching about. At first we thought one of the first years had been practicing a charm and had hit the wrong thing. Instead out comes the demiguise. It took one look at us and went invisible again. We didn’t find it again until we left the common room the next morning and smelled the vinegar on it. It’d tried to break into the barrels vinegar outside the Hufflepuff common room.” Jeremy chuckled at the memory. “The smell was the only reason we were able to find it and return it back to our professor. I’m not sure they study live demiguises at school any more. That one got into quite a few particularly memorable escapades over the years.”