Slowly, Greg nodded. He couldn't imagine himself working in an office, paperwork or not, and nor would his mother approve after her instructions to find something on Monument or Diagon Alley. It was good to keep his options open, though. "But then you get there," he said, "and you don't have your house, or your friends, or your food. Everything's different." Some people would say that was the very appeal of travelling, but Greg was not one of those people. "I like knowing how things are going to be when I get home."
Almost surprised by the commiserations, Greg gave a slight smile. He wasn't used to people agreeing with him about his working conditions, unless they were friends he was close with or Slytherins. "I was glad when they left," he agreed. "Gryffindor had to get new Beaters and they were bad."