The thing was, Pandarus Nott's only plans for Theodore were places of honor for him and his son in the Dark Lord's regime. He never had worked, having enough money to live on from their family's accumulated wealth, though it was never quite enough to live well and his father had wasted much of it on drink.
"I have no idea what I want to do with my life," Theodore said softly, even sadly. "You wouldn't need help with that curse-breaking, would you? I-I know more Dark Magic that I probably ought." The thing was, he found himself being serious in his offer.