“Maybe one of those hairless cats. Ugly, won’t attract as many people.” It was all ridiculous, since Nico certainly wasn’t about to carry around a handbag, especially not for the sake of having an animal in it.
Gian’s explanation made sense, especially because Nico was familiar with what Gian had gone through during their time at school. Jewellery was definitely less physically demanding than playing Quidditch. “I got started out young, my father works for the Quidditch league headquarters at the Ministry, so it was always something I wanted to do,” he said, an easy answer he’d given time and time again, though that didn’t make it any less true. “Once I got to play at school, I’ve never stopped.”