"Sure. I'd fancy a walk," he smirked, hiding the relief at not having to get into the death machine. At least with apparition, they had some control. With brooms they had more control. Flight was always his first choice. He looked over, temporarily side tracked from his previous thoughts before the metal object distracted him.
The sun reflected off of his hair, making it lighter. It blew a little in the breeze. He reached into a pocket with his free hand and pulled out his sunglasses. "I don't know. I never really had a choice in the matter. If I wasn't pushed into serving him, I suppose my father would have pushed for the ministry. I might like to just play quidditch, or maybe run my own apothecary shop. I'm bloody good, you know. I'm not just saying that. I could always be a wizard fashion model if nothing else." He laughed a little at the thought of witches making him try on clothes and posing for photos.
"What would you have done if you hadn't been the chosen one?" Usually when he said 'chosen one', there was some malice behind it. It wasn't there now. It was simply a way of stating a fact.