"I am just a tad bit self serving, I'm sorry," he said with a small knowing smile. He didn't mean to be, he thought. It just sort of always worked out that way. Glancing over he caught the questioning look, which to him was a little puzzling. "Based on a simple comparison, if your type is Jamie Potter, I most certainly don't fall into that category. Whatever it would be. But I know I'm not it. I feel that is somewhat logical."
He didn't mind how much time it took, nobody would likely mind or notice. Besides that he always stayed late. It all sort of balanced out. "I'm in no rush. Besides, I'm interested to hear how your letter writing is going? Nothing yet?" He asked, assuming not.
"So I'd have to go to practice and all that?" He said making a small face. "That might be dreadful," he said with a small laugh. "Without some sort of routine or regularity nobody will care. People love distractions, if they have something to play, to look forward to, to get them out of their heads, they will be inclined to it. I do like Quidditch, I just prefer to watch than play. But I understand how you feel. I don't like the things I do to be done in half measures."