"Mungo's? Are you looking into a particular branch of healing, or still feeling that all out?" he asked, truly interested. He knew how tough it could be when one wanted to make it in a specific job, but wasn't given that plum right off. He wasn't entirely demoralized, of course. But then, it was hard to demoralize Davy Gudgeon.

He nodded and excused himself for a moment, returning with two butterbeers. He was a bit hungry, but he'd wait a bit - see if the girl wanted food before he stuffed himself silly. Of course it wasn't like he had the money to stuff himself in such a manner, but it was nice to think about it.

"My brother was anything but pleased with his betrothal," he commented, still shuddering over that bullet that had somehow ended up being extracted before it killed the bloke.

"Sorry, I'm sort of lousy at conversation... How are you?"

"I like to think I'm brilliant at conversation," he replied with a cheeky wink. Laughing, he took a sip of his butterbeer. "But, back to Mungo's, I really want to know what you're dream is! Are you working hard at those O's for your NEWTs?"


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