"We're better at Dark Arts too," he said matter-of-fact. "Except for maybe Chad and Michael. It doesn't matter anyway; that officer should never have hurt Tracey," he told him.
"I'd be working for your family," he said logically. "Which is way too weird considering I'm dating you. Whilst I admit working with horses or well... Any animal over working with the SS would be much better; it would be like you're fucking the hired help so no I won't consider it."
He kissed him, pulling back to speak again. "Although you have made me think. I'm too tall for a jockey and I don't think I'd be good enough to compete professionally at one-day eventing but perhaps I could get a job at one of the racing yards at Newmarket. I know it's competitive because people try to get in as grooms and work their way up but I am good with horses."