"Oh, I'm sure I could use some books, and some candy. Chocolate especially. I've almost forgotten what chocolate tastes like." He pouted, because it was almost true, and there were no more weddings to look forward to for the cake. It was very sad.
"The flying's brilliant. So different from Quidditch." He didn't mention the few times he'd nearly been knocked from his broom by a hex, and how it had only been quick thinking that had saved him. He wondered how long it would be before he couldn't, and ended up in the infirmary with a few broken bones. Hopefully never.
"I want to travel," he said definitively. "I want to see the world, and meet new people. It's exciting just thinking about it. But I also want to help people, and breaking curses seems as good a way as any." He let the rest of her statement go, because there would always be a lot of expectations in his family, and all he could was try to meet them, but in his own way.