They were so different about their jobs. Theodore was good at healing, but if he hadn't been, he'd have kept at it just because it mattered to him, because he loved doing it. He loved it even more because he was good at it, though. He imagined that most people's jobs weren't so closely tied into their personal history and sense of identity and purpose, however.
"So you could make me forget that secret, if you wanted to," he said with a small smile. "I'd let you. But I don't plan on doing anything to bring trouble down on my own head, much less cause a wizarding war."
He was beginning to think of Blaise's job as risk assessment, but of people's personalities and motivations rather than their health. Which was the part of dealing with people he'd always had trouble with, interestingly. Maybe that was why it seemed so fascinating.
Picking up his glass, he finished the last of his wine, his second glass. Not much, but he could feel the slight warmth of it. And it was on days like this that he was opposed to drinking the most, in case he got attached to it for emotional reasons. "I should stop drinking, I think," he said. "I always make a point not to drown my sorrows. But on another day, maybe I'd go for something a bit stronger."