"Well, also, I'm talking about myself as a twelve and fourteen year old boy. Remember how you were at that age. Anything you didn't want to do was a chore. I'm not saying I think that way now. I'm very grateful for the magic I have now. It pays the rent and keeps me fed, even if I have few practical uses for it."
Dempster smiled at Orla's expression. "I'll admit the Ministry is rushing things, forcing the marriages so soon. I'm surprised more witches and wizards aren't leaving the country but I see see other Ministry's following suit." Shaking his head, he wasn't sure to make of any of it. "You could get lucky enough to find someone you get along with." A brief flash of Orla, with his last name flittered through his mind, making no sense at all.