"I don't think so," he admitted, "it was beautiful for sure but it's not where I want to be."
He thought to his years walking Diagon Alley and the surrounding city of London during the summer holidays. Catching a football game on Sundays and listening to the Quidditch matches when he could.
"I think I stay in London," contorting his face into a smirk, "it's too much a part of me to leave. Maybe, I'll open a flying school and teach Quidditch fundamentals or something."
He shoulders dropped for the first time since he had walked in and he relaxed back into his chair, "It's exciting to think about, isn't it?"