"You weren't... the most social," Scorpius said, diplomatic, "but you were still friends with Father. And Mother, before she died. still, you know the gossip mill. There was never any information on you. Whatever you did, you were really private, that's for sure." He chuckled. "I don't tend to go after my father's friends, but I'm sure you were handsome for your age."
Scorpius recognized an noncommittal answer when he heard one. "So what would you like that is better? I can keep an ear to the ground, so to speak. Mostly I hear them saying what they need. I don't even know why we have names for jobs, other than the international community wants some kind of structure." It was rather useless when there were two dozen people.
"It must be all the energy she put into Quidditch. No Quidditch means that she has a lot of energy for other things." Whatever it was, he had no intention of trying to be her. "I was. Face of the Year, for what is worth. I walked the catwalk for both men and women's designs."