Not wishing to dwell on the fact, he turned swiftly to other matters. 'There are professional Quidditch teams. There's a whole league in Britain! When I was a small boy, I was convinced that I'd fly for one as soon as I was old enough.' The young wizard shook his head. 'Of course my father told me that it wasn't a fit ambition. Gentlemen don't play professional Quidditch, and I shall have responsibilities at home when I leave school.' His words were light, with no trace of resentment. If it had once troubled him, he'd come to terms with the fact a long time ago. There were many privileges associated with being the son of a wealthy and influential pureblood wizard, but more than a few duties and constraints as well. To Arcturus, it was simply how things were.
'All the same I'm glad you think I'd be good at it,' he added with a smile. 'I shall have a Quidditch player in that comic-book of mine that I told you about, how about that?'