Ford couldn't picture Lestrange as a lawyer and more than he could as a scientist (though maybe a potioneer, he supposed). There were other things in the Law Enforcement department, but he thought people who wanted to be aurors or investigators typically went into it right after school, didn't they? Maybe it was possible to get into it later, but he got the impression that aurors typically had the same retirement age as Quidditch players, more or less. It wouldn't be a very illustrious career to go through the training program for five years or so as an auror before switching to full time paperwork.

But then, maybe Lestrange didn't really need an illustrious career, coming from the family he did. Maybe whenever he finished Quidditch, he could just sit back and do nothing, if he wanted. That had never been an option for Ford, even before being saddled with his father's debts and the responsibility for the girls, but there was a world of difference between the Greengrasses and the Lestranges. Then again — he had an older brother, so maybe he wasn't planning to inherit much.

"Well, whenever you get there, I'll help you settle in," he offered with an easy smile. "Since you offered to help me get back into things at the club, it's the least I can do. But I imagine that'll be at least half a dozen years away, won't it? Captain," he teased (hopefully this was not too bizarre a thing to say in front of Muggles — their sports had captains too, didn't they?)