He was a graduate. It felt surreal to Rupert and the journey across the lake - his final Hogwarts sendoff - had made him unexpectantly emotional. Now came adult life which was filled with nothing so far. He would not have been permitted a Quidditch career as heir and there was nothing else he was interested in doing. Nor was there anything he really had to do. And so he was taking a year to figure things out and whether he wanted a job or to just travel about and do the leisure gentleman thing. Maybe he would sponsor a Quidditch team. He didn't know.

He didn't know why he had come to the museum today. It was weird to see Quirrell bustling around and being a tour guide. Amusing as hell too. He was looking at what was supposed to be some ancient witch that he supposed he remembered from history classes when someone approached him.