"I like Quidditch," he answered, before snorting. "As opposed to what? Aurors? Who end up being dead or behind a desk by the time they are forty? Not exactly doing it for the long term career here."
James shook his head. "I don't know anymore. I don't know if it's worth the aggravation. Always arguing with my father? Losing my friends? And to accomplish what? Kill Voldemort? I can do that with the Order. Train? I've done more with you in a few months than three years of training. I don't know, Severus. I don't enjoy it anymore. I wanted to get through training, do my job, do something good, but now it's just... tiring, and I'm twenty. I shouldn't despise going to work so much, or at least going into the office. The work itself I still like."