"And the rest. I feel like I spent my whole childhood here." Hunter was pretty sure that he'd even been strapped to his father's chest when he was really wee. "But weirdly less pressure to work here as I got older." He supposed, now that we was a few years away from summer holidays home from Hogwarts, that when his dad had seen that he truly intended to take a shot at a Quidditch career he had let him spend more time on a broom than in the shop.
He nodded. "Mm hm. Aye. Since I graduated. Best job in the world."