"Magizoology?" Cam questioned teasingly, passing her a broad grin across the table. He'd never considered it before, but it seemed fitting. Sloane was just as wild as some of the creatures they studied in Care of Magical Creatures class, and persistent enough to chase them around all day. He snickered to himself as he imagined the a frustrated Sloane trying to corral a disappearing diricrawl into an enclosure. "I can see it. You've got the spirit."
He looked back down at his Potions textbook. It was a simple pepper-up potion—or, a supposedly simple pepper-up potion. He hadn't mastered it yet, despite the fact that the third and fourth years in his group were managing easily enough. He'd always had a terrible memory for lists, and potion-making was half remembering what order to put ingredients in. "You'll do better than me, I'm sure," he said bitterly, and flipped the page in defeat.
Her question seemed like a simple enough one to answer, but he found himself frozen by her question. There were already plenty of things he knew he wanted. He wanted to get out of the Gillenwater-Bell house and get his own flat. He wanted to explore. He wanted to play quidditch and be famous. But career-wise, he was at a crossroads. His face slipped into a defeated pout and he gave a shrug.
"I want to play quidditch, but I know it's not the most... responsible." Even saying the word caused him to grimace. He wasn't responsible. He didn't like being responsible. But he knew that, unless he wanted to be impoverished and having no chance of enjoying his future, he needed to be responsible after graduating... which meant doing well now. Ugh. "At least for a long time. You can't build a life on a quidditch salary, you know?" That was one thing Cameron knew he wanted, too: a home and a family. He didn't want to be forty before he could have a sizable home and afford to hire a tutor for kids. How depressing that would be. He wouldn't admit that out loud, though; it seemed too cheesy.
He looked back down at his Potions textbook. It was a simple pepper-up potion—or, a supposedly simple pepper-up potion. He hadn't mastered it yet, despite the fact that the third and fourth years in his group were managing easily enough. He'd always had a terrible memory for lists, and potion-making was half remembering what order to put ingredients in. "You'll do better than me, I'm sure," he said bitterly, and flipped the page in defeat.
Her question seemed like a simple enough one to answer, but he found himself frozen by her question. There were already plenty of things he knew he wanted. He wanted to get out of the Gillenwater-Bell house and get his own flat. He wanted to explore. He wanted to play quidditch and be famous. But career-wise, he was at a crossroads. His face slipped into a defeated pout and he gave a shrug.
"I want to play quidditch, but I know it's not the most... responsible." Even saying the word caused him to grimace. He wasn't responsible. He didn't like being responsible. But he knew that, unless he wanted to be impoverished and having no chance of enjoying his future, he needed to be responsible after graduating... which meant doing well now. Ugh. "At least for a long time. You can't build a life on a quidditch salary, you know?" That was one thing Cameron knew he wanted, too: a home and a family. He didn't want to be forty before he could have a sizable home and afford to hire a tutor for kids. How depressing that would be. He wouldn't admit that out loud, though; it seemed too cheesy.
