"Why did you stop?" Dylan asked, suddenly curious. It was one thing to stop playing Quidditch after school, if no team signed you that was pretty much a given, but he could not see why Cassandra had stopped competing.
He chuckled at her invitation. Fall? She really was assuming things weren't she? Still it was the last part that amused him the most. "You want me to compete?" he asked, unable to see it. As much as he enjoyed riding, it was so far from Quidditch.
When she asked he was still laughing at the idea of riding in a competition. "Apparently I have a future competing with a certain young lady's horse," he teased. "other than that?" he shrugged. "Don't know. For now I want to be an Auror - at least until I'm the best one - no need to do things by halves," he said with a grin. "Then we'll see. I guess it depends on the shape I'm in," he said, almost as if he was joking. It wasn't a complete joke though. He wasn't sure he'd survive the war even, he'd already been cursed once, and come close to be torn apart by a werewolf once. After coming so close to dying, he was sure of one thing. He wasn't going to wait around before he did things. Better live like each day was your last.