"It doesn't matter. About me being pure, I mean, it doesn't. Only idiots care about blood purity- idiots and Death Eaters." He shook his head, his expression grim. "As long as it doesn't matter if I tip people off I should be alright then- hope I don't make anyone uncomfortable."
"I didn't- I didn't do very well. As an Auror." He smirked, looking down. "They call it 'post-traumatic stress disorder', the muggles do. According to my healer at St. Mungo's, anyway. After the war- I had some trouble. I was, er, I was a little too free with my wand, a bit too jumpy." He looked back up. "D'you think it would be any better, here? I mean, no Death Eaters, no war- it has been a while. I might try it out. Otherwise- I'll think of something."