"I don't do anything," Atlas said with a shrug, accepting the drink the waitress brought to him with a slight grin. "I'm unemployed, but it doesn't matter. I'm still living off my inheritance. My whole family was killed in the attack that turned me."
He took a sip from his glass and smiled. It was strong, just like he wanted. "Went to Hogwarts. Slytherin. Quidditch Beater. Graduated. Turned. Moved out of the family home into my own flat. And that's my life."
Another sip and he leaned back again, staring over at her, looking her up and down a bit. She certainly was an attractive bird. "Anything else you'd like to know?"