"Broom maker," he confirmed with a smile. He'd wanted to play professional Quidditch, but the reality was he just wasn't good enough. He was pretty good which was enough to make the school team, but didn't cut it professionally. "I like it. Think I'll stick with it."
His smile became a grin and he shrugged his shoulders, "A guy-guy. You seem pretty serious about him, actually," he suddenly paused to wonder, "Should I be telling you this? Is it going to mess up your future somehow?"