Leon looked up when he heard a voice, close enough that it could be addressing no one but him. A young man, rather scruffy, but generally good-looking. Probably a Ravenclaw, they did tend to let those things get away from them. He gave a little smile. "I hope to be half as excellent as Jubal Harshaw one day."
He folded down the page and set his book down, standing to speak to the youngster. "Interested in a fascinating and thrilling career among the nose hairs of the Ministry?" Leon asked, with a trademark smirk that said he was taking this exactly as seriously as his words suggested.