"Working with clothes. Do you get a nice discount?" he asked. Dean wasn't wearing robes very much these days. He had barely been involved in the wizarding world very much since the war. He had become very close with Ted and Dirk before they were killed and with Colin and Fred and all of the other classmates they had lost, he didn't want to think much of it.
And then there was processing his own identity. It had taken him a few years to come to terms with the fact that he was actually half-blood. He had reconciled for most of his youth that his father had abandoned them and now he had to remember that no, no he hadn't.
But Dean was ready to be back, even if he wasn't ready to put on dorky robes and leave his jeans and football jerseys behind. "I bet that's a dream for you."