Cassandar looked up at him, raising an eyebrow. "Why does anyone stop doing anything? Other responsibilities had to come first. At 24 years old I run the oldest and most prestigious wizarding breeding stables in Britain. I would hardly be able to do that and put in the hours needed to train for competition."
Taking another sip of wine, she moved away so she could better look at him. "If you had any interest," she said with another casual shrug. "If the students take enough lessons and show the proper skills, it's considered a mark of honour to be invited to compete in the event each fall."
Listening to him, Cassandra couldn't help but wonder if maybe he was a younger son, as an elder son and heir would certainly have had more of a sense of planning for the future. Then again, all one had to do was open the society pages to learn how little any of them were planning for the future if one judged by the actions of those most often featured there. "Did you always want to be an auror?"