Jamie tilted his head. "Why isn't it a career? Plenty of people have made more than a living writing novels. It's absolutely a career." There wasn't a single shred of doubt in his voice. "If you're creative enough and you have ideas, go for it! Might as well do what you enjoy, right? I know sometimes it - it probably wouldn't be easy. But you should at least try." It was Jamie's turn to blush. He really didn't have any business telling Theodore what to do, even if he was passionate about people doing what they loved. Didn't see a point in being miserable or looking back and having any regrets. "Sorry. I have - a lot of feelings about stuff like that." That was putting it lightly, in truth. Jamie just had a lot of feelings in general. Most of them were positive.
"There are some," he put emphasis on the word to indicate his father, "who would see me in a position with the Ministry. But I have no desire to spend every day in an office, sat behind a desk." Jamie grinned at Theodore. He was doing that a lot. "It's your turn, by the way."