“It’s pretty fuckin brill, no lie.” He said with a slight chuckle, “not that I’ve made it big or anything. Not yet anyway. I just do stints at pubs and shit at the moment, but man, did I know how to light up a room.” He was grinning at the not-to-distant memory of bar room performances. He didn’t make a lot of money, not yet but he had a steady income and the roar of the crowd always sent his adrenaline soaring.
“It wouldn’t change anything.” He said slowly, finally looking up from the guitar. “Being a rockstar over an Auror, it wouldn’t have changed what happened. You didn’t fight in the war cause it was your job, cause hell, if you had you would have been on the side of batshit crazy and co. You fought with the Order because you knew it was the right thing to do and thats just the kinda person you were. Are. The kinda person you are. ‘Ts what Gran always told me anyway.”