"Definitely." But even more terrifying than worrying about his future now was having it smack him in the face when he got there. He couldn't go into adulthood without a plan to support himself, and that meant starting today. Literally. He took comfort in the fact that Sloane's future would be easier for her to navigate than his; he didn't know where he'd be in five years, but he could be sure that she'd be playing quidditch for some professional team, probably the Harpies.
He only hoped that he would still be in her life then. It was a silly thing to worry about now, and he recognized it. He may have been academically disinclined, but he wasn't daft. In the short time they'd been a couple they'd already been faced with a number of trials. Still, he didn't like the thought of a future without her (and by extension, all of their other friends) in it. He kept that to himself, though.
"Getting used to it would take the fun out of it, anyways," he teased, subtly shifting his book in her direction so he could wind his pinky finger around hers. He let go and looked back down at his textbook, knowing how she felt about being too close in public. How many days was it until their next weekend?
He only hoped that he would still be in her life then. It was a silly thing to worry about now, and he recognized it. He may have been academically disinclined, but he wasn't daft. In the short time they'd been a couple they'd already been faced with a number of trials. Still, he didn't like the thought of a future without her (and by extension, all of their other friends) in it. He kept that to himself, though.
"Getting used to it would take the fun out of it, anyways," he teased, subtly shifting his book in her direction so he could wind his pinky finger around hers. He let go and looked back down at his textbook, knowing how she felt about being too close in public. How many days was it until their next weekend?
