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[attr="class","cbody"]After a day of classes, Caerus had decided that a change of pace was definitely in order. He had never spent so much time in Bangor in his life. It was a city that he’d barely paid attention to growing up and now nearly all of his time was sent there. Dean Powell hadn’t been kidding in her memo about reopening the school. This term was definitely… intensive. They had a fair amount to make up for from when the school had been closed, and he understood that. But he hadn’t thought he’d really known how busy he was going to be until classes had actually started up again.
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But Caerus had liked being busy. It had helped to distract him, when his mind would otherwise be on the fact that he couldn’t play Quidditch anymore. How long would it be until he was benched? Or sacked? Surely, that would happen eventually.
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Just in case they never found a cure, they would need players that could actually get a broom off of the ground. They couldn’t have dead weight along. How long would it be until they came to that conclusion? He had no idea. He was a newer member to the team, so surely he would be one of the first ones that they would cut. They would want to keep the members with seniority. But the ones that had just joined this reason? Well, he thought that they would be as good as gone.
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Caerus didn’t want to think about that, so he had spent most of his time distracting himself in any way possible. Whether that was with his classwork or going out with his friends, there was always something that he could do to keep himself busy.
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Tonight, he had decided to head into London for a change. It had been a while since he’d actually gone out in London, strangely enough. He was just in Wales so often that it made more sense to stay around there. He had decided to go to Fleur de Lis—not that side of the hotel, but the side with the bar. He was in the mood for a hotel bar and some good drinks. He didn’t have the proper mindset for a nightclub and he wasn’t in the mood for a hole-in-the-wall type of pub either.
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No, this suited his needs just fine. He thought that he’d made the right choice for the evening. He had been holed up at the bar for a couple of drinks now, and he figured that he’d only have a few more before heading home for the night. Caerus had no plans to get wasted at Fleur de Lis on a Tuesday night, of all days. Taking another sip of his drink, he wondered if he should head into the back of Fleur de Lis. He had never actually been back there before, and he was a little curious. Maybe he should go and see what all of the fuss was about.
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Caerus decided he would have one more drink before he made that decision. Just as he was about to flag the bartender down, though, he took a glance around the room and saw a familiar face. “Yaxley,” he said with a smirk, before gesturing at the door that led to the back half of the establishment. “You a regular here or something?” Caerus had no reason to think that his friend frequented brothels, but it was too good of a joke to pass up.
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told me everything that's good and bad about my history

Fitz was still adjusting to life with no magic, and training with no magic wasn’t any simpler than it had been with it. In fact, he was pretty sure that it was worse. He was nearly convinced that they were going to have to have the hell beaten out of them in numerous ways before Lindström found a training style that she liked well enough to have them continue with it. Because this was not the same program that he had joined in June. These were not the same aurors. This was not the same department. And he knew that.

For as much as they liked to pretend that he didn’t exist, Fitz had gotten pretty good at reading his siblings just by the looks on their faces. It wasn’t like they were going to talk to him, after all. He had had to learn to read their moods, and their opinions, in their eyes. In the way that they held their mouths. He knew more about them than he was willing to tell anyone. And he could tell by the look on his brother’s face, that this was not the same department that he had joined last summer. Too much had changed since then. This had all taken its toll. And he didn’t really know what to do about it. There was nothing to do.

They were just going to have to continue to figure it out. And right now, he didn’t want to think about it. Because it was just going to end up with him wanting to do something. And he couldn’t. It wasn’t like he was smart enough to come up with a cure. He wasn’t going to be any help in that department, but he didn’t like feeling how he always felt. He didn’t like feeling that he was second rate, at best. And not having magic made him feel that way. Because there were plenty of them that had lost their magic, but he knew that there were the handful that hadn’t. And they were going to be great. Even Rosie was going to be great. She was better than he was. But he didn’t know that he wanted to do any of this.

Going into the training program had been something that had just seemed like what they expected him to do. His uncle was the Head of the Department. Griff was the Head of the Aurors. It made sense that that was what he was going to do. But he didn’t think that he was an auror for lie kind of guy. What did he want to do? He didn’t know. He wasn’t good at anything. He was just a regular guy. He was never supposed to have even existed. Let alone have some sort of grand destiny. That wasn’t him. He wasn’t that guy. And maybe, if things had been different, he would have been. But they weren’t. And he was just him. There was nothing special about any of this. It was just how it was.

He didn’t want to go home to an empty house, and he hadn’t even asked Rosie what she was doing tonight. It had been the end of the day, and he had been in enough of a mood after watching the way that his brother was acting, that he had just wanted to get out of there. He had thought that going just about anywhere else would have been preferable. And somehow, he had ended up here, of all places. Fitz had never been in the Fleur de Lis before, but he knew the reputation, everyone did. Heading for the bar, he was only half surprised to see a familiar face. “Nott.” He nodded in greeting before shaking his head with a chuckle. “Oh, you know it, got a favorite and everything. You?” He flagged down the bartender, and ordered a drink before he actually slipped into the stool next to his friend.

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[attr="class","cbody"]Even as his graduation from Hogwarts had been quickly approaching, Caerus hadn’t had a clue what he wanted to do. It felt like everyone around him knew exactly what they were going to do after graduation. They had it all planned out. Training programs, apprenticing, even solid travel plans was more than he’d had lined up. He just hadn’t had a clue what it was he wanted to do.
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His brother had gone into the Ministry, but that was unsurprising. Ophion was the heir, and he had less choices than the rest of them did. There were things that were just expected of him, and that meant a proper job after graduation. It meant that he’d probably have a fiancée before too long, and he would end up just like their father. That wasn’t a bad thing to be. Caerus didn’t think that his father’s life was all that interesting. Job at the Ministry, wife and kids—it was all just a little… boring. Caerus hadn’t known what he had wanted to do, but he had known what he didn’t want to do, and that was get any job in the Ministry.
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Sure, there were some that weren’t all that bad. Fitz had gone into auror training. That was halfway interesting—combat, and dueling, and fighting crime and all that shit, but it was still a Ministry job. He couldn’t get past that part, so it had not been an option for him.
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Instead, he had just ended up at University of Bangor. His marks had been good enough to get him into the astronomy program. It wasn’t like there was all that much that could be done with an astronomy degree, but it was something. Being scouted by the Bats had been a more exciting turn of events. Quidditch was something that he had always loved. He had never actually thought all that much about doing it professionally until the opportunity was there, and it had seemed right.
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His father didn’t like it. It was right on the borderline to being an inappropriate job for a Nott, but he didn’t know who his father was trying to fool. They were not exactly all that appropriate of a family a lot of the time. His uncle was a dragonologist, his other uncle was… a drunk, and also a Quidditch player when he was sober enough to fly anyway. Even Uncle Theo wasn’t exactly the most traditional bloke of all time. The family name wasn’t going to go up in flames because they had another Quidditch player in the family.
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Still, he knew that the man would like it much better if he had gone into the Ministry like his brother, but that was just never going to happen. Even jetting off and traveling sounded better, not that that was a possibility anymore. Quidditch wasn’t even a possibility, which was… surprisingly hard. He had made the decisions for the next part of his life right in time for a good portion of it to go up in smoke.
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Now he just had school—and at least he had that, but it wasn’t exactly enough to keep him going. That was why he had decided to go to Fleur De Lis in the first place. He was bored. Might as well be bored at a hotel bar, and maybe eventually in the backroom, instead of doing nothing at home. He hadn’t expected to see anybody that he knew, but seeing Fitz was never a bad thing. He was probably one of his better friends, if he was going to be completely honest—other than LJ, obviously. “Got a bit of a rotation, myself,” he joked, with a grin, before taking a swig of his drink. “How’s the Ministry?” Caerus added, grimacing. Merlin, he couldn’t imagine working there.
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i had this crazy dream

this man he talked to me

told me everything that's good and bad about my history

He wasn’t sure that this was actually going to get easier. People kept saying that it would. They kept saying that they were going to get used to it. But Fitz didn’t want to get used to it. He wanted it fixed. He wanted this to not be an issue. He wanted his magic back. And he knew that they all did. He knew that they were all going through the same things. Well… Most of them. Griff was fine. Of course, Griff was fine. Of course, he was, because if he wasn’t then there would have been something wrong with the prodigal son, and then where would they be?

Lashing out at his brother wasn’t actually going to do him any good, but he thought that it might have made him feel better. If only for a minute. He thought that he could have used that. Just a minute to feel better. And he knew that he wasn’t likely to get it. That he was going to have to just suck it up and deal with the fact that Griff got to have something else that he didn’t get to have. He got to be fine, and yeah, that was probably the universe’s way of apologizing for giving him a crap hand before, or something, but he didn’t care.

Fitz wished that he could get over it. That he wasn’t going to be angry with his brother for the rest of his life. But he thought that he might have been. He thought that he just might have taken it upon himself to be angry with Griff for something or the other, forever. Because he shouldn’t have even existed. If Griff would have been just that much more careful, if he would have hesitated just a minute. A minute’s difference on his brother’s part, and Fitz wouldn’t have even existed. He was an extra. A spare that they had thought that they might have needed, and then they didn’t.

He existed, because Griff had been in a coma, and then he had woken up, Fitz hadn’t mattered anymore. And now he got to keep his bloody magic. He got to be one of the few that were actually fine. And maybe he wasn’t fine. Because Davina wasn’t fine, and you weren’t fine when your wife wasn’t fine, or whatever, but he thought that that was completely beside the point. He thought that there were just too many things that went in Griffith’s favor, and now he got to have this too.

And, where was he? Still living in his big brother’s shadow. Still doing the only thing that he could think about doing, because he was a Yaxley and they all ended up in the Ministry at some point. Doing something. He thought that he was going to have to try and figure out if it was worth it to stay. Maybe he should have enrolled at Locksley? Maybe that was the answer. Maybe he needed to go back to school, and give himself something else to focus on, so that when Rosie was busy, and when he didn’t have anything else to do, he didn’t end up sitting at a bar somewhere.

Maybe learning something else was exactly what he needed. But it was too late now. Maybe not. Maybe he could get his brother to… No. He wasn’t going to do that. He was not going to ask his brother for anything. That was a new low, and he didn’t ask Griffith for things. He just… Didn’t.

It was better not to think about it. Instead he could think about Caerus, and laughing, and maybe having a good time. Because he was a friend, and sometimes just being around a friend was good enough to cull the bad mood before it got too far out of control. “I’ve heard that’s the better way to go…” He just shook his head a little bit and gave a forced laugh at the Ministry question that was bestowed upon him. “It’s fine. Somehow managing to hold it together, barely.” He didn’t know if that was actually true or not, but it felt like it sometimes. "Are you guys back to classes officially now?" He knew that Caerus was a quidditch player professionally now, but he didn't think that that was a good thing to bring up, no magic and all.

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[attr="class","cbody"]Tonight just might be the night that he decided to venture to the back half of Fleur de Lis. He might as well give it a shot, anyway. He had been curious since he had first heard of the place, and he had never actually made it back there. Now that he was free of Hogwarts, he figured there was no time like the present. He was curious about what was offered back there and the types of witches that he could find. They would be up for anything, after all, and that sounded kind of tempting tonight. He could use some harmless fun, and he would finally be able to sate his curiosity.
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But seeing Fitz put a hold on that potential plan. As much as they could joke about it, Caerus wasn’t exactly about to disappear to the back of house while his friend was drinking up here. Not that he was embarrassed to be considering giving the place at all. He wasn’t. He just would rather drink with his friend than go back there just yet. If it came down to it, he could go back there and see what all the fuss was about later tonight. It wasn’t like they closed early back there.
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Caerus supposed that he’d find out later. Maybe, anyway. He would just have to see how the night panned out. But it was definitely a distraction that he thought that he could use. Being without magic and without the ability to fly, Merlin knew he could use all of the distractions that he could get. In fact, he was certain he wasn’t the only one that thought it was the perfect time for these kinds of distractions. Caerus couldn’t claim to be much of a businessman but he thought, logically speaking, Fleur de Lis had probably been busier in the past couple of months. It wouldn’t surprise him, at least.
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Grinning at his friend’s words, Caerus nodded and took another swig of his drink. “Oh, it definitely is. It’s the only way to go, really,” he could only imagine the choices of witches behind that back door, and he didn’t think that sticking to one witch would be the way to go back there. Maybe if there was one really good one, but that seemed like a bad way of getting attached. Getting attached to a de Lis girl when Merlin only knew how many blokes and women she saw in a day… that just seemed like dangerous territory to him.
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“Barely? Sounds ominous.” He had no idea how well the Ministry had been doing since the epidemic, but he liked to think that they weren’t on the verge of anarchy. Hopefully, anyway. “We are. Why I decided that going back to school was a good idea, I’ll never know.” He answered, with a shrug. It was a choice that had made his father happy, but he wasn’t all that sure that he personally cared all that much one way or another.
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I HAD THIS CRAZY DREAM

THIS MAN HE TALKED TO ME

TOLD ME EVERYTHING THAT'S GOOD AND BAD ABOUT MY HISTORY

Everyone kept saying that things were going to get better. That in time, they would figure this out. And Fitz thought that that was all well and good, but the faster that it happened, the better. He knew that he didn’t actually need magic to be an auror, but it would have helped. It would have actually made him feel like he was worth something. And he didn’t know if that was really the answer or not. But he did know that things could really only get better from here. They had hit a low with this epidemic. They had hit not knowing which way was even up for a while, and that had been the worst part.

He didn’t think that there was anything that was going to make it all that much easier. He didn’t want to think about everything that had made all the difference. He wanted to think that they were going to be fine. That he was going to be fine. But he didn’t know for sure. He didn’t know if there was any reason to think that it was all just going to work out, or if they were just going to keep saying that until they died. That seemed to be a possibility at this point. That they were all just going to keep lying to themselves about it until there was nothing else to do.

Maybe they’d lie so much that they started convincing themselves that it was going to get better. That would have been something at least. They would have had some sort of answer. Even if it was a shitty one. Fitz thought that he needed to just not think about it for a while. That he needed a drink, and that he needed to get out of the Ministry, and not go home, and not go see Rosie, and just not worry about any of it for a while. Worrying about it wasn’t going to do any of them any good anyway. If he was going to get kicked out of the program for his attitude, that was his brother’s choice.

He could take it or leave it. Fitz hadn’t known what he wanted to do with his life. He still didn’t know what it was that he wanted to do. Being an Auror had been an easy choice. He didn’t think that he actually had all that many skills. He hadn’t ever been taught how to do anything special. There was no point. He was the spare that they hadn’t needed. He was extra. Surplus. And no one but Mum had paid him all that much attention after that.

He didn’t doubt that they cared about him. He knew that at least his mum cared about him. But he didn’t think that there was anything that they really had taught him. That anyone had taught him. He didn’t have any skills. And so being a Yaxley, the Aurors had just seemed like the easy choice. It had been more the fact that he didn’t have a plan, that he had never had a plan, and this was just sort of where he had ended up. Still without a plan, even more so now that they didn’t have magic. He didn’t have any idea where they were going to go, what he was going to do.

Tonight, he could just pretend that it didn’t matter. In this place, it really could not matter. “Do they know the rotation, or do you just flag down a hot one?” There was a smirk accompanying his words, but he was a little curious if Caerus was completely kidding or not. Something about the whole persona that his friend had would have made it little surprise if he really did have a rotation. Though Fitz thought it was a little silly to pay for it when he could have gotten a girl in a club just as easy.

“Epidemic is kicking our ass. But we’ll manage.” That was the party line, right? We’ll manage. We’ll get by. “Just got to give it time.” He took a sip of his drink when the bartender put it down in front of him, “Because you’re insane.” He didn’t think that school was the right choice, not for him anyway, but then again, he didn’t know what was. The Aurors? For now…

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[attr="class","cbody"]Fleur de Lis was an interesting place in his opinion. He was intrigued by it. Even if he didn’t have a rotation, as he joked, Caerus was curious to try the services that the back of the hotel provided. He didn’t think there was anything wrong with paying for it every once in a while. If he wanted to charm a witch at a bar and take her home with him, that was something he was fully capable of. But if he wanted to skip that step and shag someone that was already willing, there was no reason not to come here. They wanted it, they were paid well, and they had experience in all kinds of methods that a regular witch out at a bar just might not even know. There was nothing wrong with trying it out.
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Maybe tonight would be the night that he would. Maybe not. There was really no way of knowing where the night would take him. It might be interesting to try it out tonight, or he might end up deciding against it. The night was still young. There was still plenty of time to have a few drinks and make that decision later. For now, he was content to catch up with Fitz. He hadn’t seen much of him since graduation. They had been decent enough friends, but it just felt like so much had gone on since graduation. There were a few people that he’d meant to see that he just hadn’t gotten around to actually seeing. Fitz just happened to be on that list, so he was glad to run into him. It was good to see him.
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Him being without magic too sucked, obviously. Every time he ran into someone he hadn’t seen since the epidemic, there was always that awkward question that no one really wanted to ask. Whether or not they had gotten sick. It wasn’t something that anyone wanted to ask at all—it was much better when someone just hinted at it and gave them the answer without making them explicitly ask it. He was sure that it sucked being at the Ministry and in auror training without magic. Caerus wasn’t even sure how they could do that, since he had always assumed that dueling was probably a massive part of the curriculum. He supposed they’d have to make massive changes, just like University of Bangor had. Just like everyone had, in all honesty.
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Pushing those thoughts from his mind, Caerus chuckled, his mind moving onto what it would be like to actually have a rotation of de Lis girls that he was shagging on a regular basis. That didn’t sound all that bad, actually. Seemed like a pretty good idea to him. “Oh, they know. They’ve got to keep track of that sort of thing, Fitz,” he said, with a grin. Maybe he would start up a rotation tonight. How long would it take until he was a regular and they actually knew what one he wanted on what night? A couple of months? That was totally doable.
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Caerus took a swig of his drink, nodding in agreement. It was kicking everyone’s asses, he imagined, but the Ministry had to keep going and keep the countries running, and he imagined that was pretty damn difficult. “I’m sure it’ll be fine,” he shrugged. Would it be? He had no idea. But there was no reason to bring down the mood with a heavy dose of realism. There was a chance that it wasn’t going to be fine at all. But what did he know? “I’m starting to think I might be. Do I even like astronomy that much? It’s unclear.” He thought that he had, but now that it was all that he had and Quidditch was out the window, he was less sure.
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I HAD THIS CRAZY DREAM

THIS MAN HE TALKED TO ME

TOLD ME EVERYTHING THAT'S GOOD AND BAD ABOUT MY HISTORY

Time was sometimes the only thing that he could count on to change things at all. And even then, Fitz wasn’t sure what it was really like to count on something to be that dependable. He knew that there were going to be times when he had to trust people more than he normally did. But he didn’t trust everyone. Not the way that he should have. He didn’t trust his parents. He didn’t trust his siblings. He wasn’t the most trusting person in the world, simply because he was just not that guy. He had never had to trust to get what he wanted, and it wasn’t all that hard to figure out why.

Everyone had their own sets of issues. He thought that it was easy enough really. To understand why they were all as messed up as they were. He was glad for it though. He didn’t think that there was any reason to worry about all of the bad things that seemed to be creeping in on them. There was no sense in making it any worse on themselves by dredging up the hard stuff. They had enough to worry about without worrying about all of their personal lives getting in the way of what they were trying to do. They had bigger problems.

He thought that the Epidemic was something that they were just going to have to work through. It was something that he didn’t know how he was going to make up for, he wasn’t the top of the class or anything like that. He was just who he was, and he knew that there was going to have to be something more to the Aurors now that they didn’t have magic. They were going to have to learn all of the muggle weaponry, and he didn’t mind that. Of all of the things that they did, he enjoyed the weapons the most.

Enough so that he had thought about maybe going to Locksley next fall. One year of Auror Training under his belt, he thought that it might have been worth it to go to school. To find out if there was something that he wanted to learn. He had never been bad at classes. Perhaps not the best student that there was, but if he could take classes about weapons, and fighting, that was exactly what he wanted to go to school for if he was going to go. If there was any way to get him back in a classroom, it was to teach him about weapons.

Fitz didn’t think that he would have been interested in any of the rest of it. He could have done something with his Transfiguration, he supposed. But Spell Invention didn’t really sound like something that he wanted to pursue, and he hadn’t figured it out before it was too late to really think about it. Then he had had to do something, and it had been the aurors that had always just seemed like the easy option. He was a shoe in. He was a Yaxley, and his brother and his uncle were both there. Even if Griffith couldn’t stand him.

Learning to accept that had taken a long time, but Fitz thought that he had now. His brother didn’t like him, and that was fine. He shook his head at Caerus’s comment, but he didn’t doubt that it was the truth. They would have some sort of system for something like that, he was sure of it. But he didn’t think that Caerus actually had a rotation. He would have had to have been coming here quite a lot in the summer, and the month since everyone had been well enough again to really start having a life again. “I’ll be careful not to wear them out then. Wouldn’t want to ruin your order.”

He had never actually hired a de Lis girl for the night, but he didn’t know that there wasn’t going to come an opportunity one day. The other man’s words earned a shrug of his own in return. No one knew if it was going to work out or not. They didn’t have that luxury, and he had always been crap at Divination. “You were always good at it though. Might as well cash in on what we’re good at these days. You can have the stars, I’ll shoot people.”

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[attr="class","cbody"]He had always looked forward to graduating Hogwarts. To being free of the castle and the classes and being free to do whatever he wanted. Caerus hadn’t had much of a clue what that was going to be, but he had always been open to all of the choices that he had. He had known that he would figure it out. And if he could get away with not making any serious decisions too soon, then he had been sure that he’d do that too. It was what his uncle had done. Instead of going right into a job in the Ministry, Malcolm had gotten to travel. He had gotten to surf all around the world, and jump off of cliffs, and whatever other crazy things that grandmum always talked about with that expression on her face.
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Caerus wasn’t all that sure about surfing, and he definitely wasn’t sure about jumping off of a cliff unless he had his broom and was planning some stunt with that, but he did know that he was the second son, just like Malcolm was. He didn’t have to go straight into some Ministry job the way that his father had and the way that Ophion had too. He thought that he could have had some choices. He wasn’t sure just what he was going to do, but he thought that he could have some kind of fun for heading right on out into the real world.
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In the end, he had decided to start up university a little faster than he would have liked. It was to make his father feel a little better about the fact that he’d also chosen professional Quidditch as a career. It wasn’t exactly the kind of job that his father would have chosen for him if he’d had the choice, so mixing it with university had lessened the chance of endless lectures on respectable positions for a Nott. Quidditch did not make that list, in Lester’s mind.
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Of course, Uncle Dorian was a Quidditch player, but Caerus knew better than to try to bring that particular uncle up in any argument. As the black sheep in the family, saying that something was okay because Dorian had done it was not likely to get him anywhere. His father likely didn’t approve of that chose either but compared to the other sort of trouble that Dorian got into, it was probably a welcome change for him to have a steady job at all.
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He thought that he could have been okay with university and Quidditch. It had been a good mix of what he had enjoyed. Astornomy had always been his favorite class in school, and obviously he loved Quidditch. The coach of the Bats had scouted him specifically. Yes, he was quite certain that he could have tried out for a higher division team, and he would have probably made the cut. But there was something to be said for being scouted personally, and he had always liked the Bats. They were not the highest division team, but anyone that kept their eyes on Quidditch could see that they always played well. Especially in the past couple of years. He thought that they could end the next season—whenever the hell that was, at least a Division B team. Assuming that Quidditch ever started up again, at least.
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“Don’t think I have to worry about you wearing them out, Yaxley, from what I’ve heard,” he joked, with an amused grin. He hadn’t actually heard anything about him leaving witches unsatisfied, and he was sure those whispers would have gotten around at Hogwarts. They always did. But it was still too funny of a joke to pass up, in his opinion. “Well, I’ll definitely leave the shooting to you, in any case.” Caerus didn’t know if he was going to stick with Astronomy, but he definitely didn’t think that auror training or anything like that was going to be in his future. If he had to figure something else out, he would. But that was just really not something that he was interested in.
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