He considered her question as he ate a section of cherry from the ice cream, “You really have been deprived. But perhaps fate was just preparing you for this moment, when you would discover all the answers to life in this gallon of ice cream,” he knew that was a total load of rubbish, but at least it sounded all philosophical. He rather sounded like that nut of a divination professor, he thought. But then again, he generally tended to operate under the assumption that all of life’s problems could be solved with guitars and pie.
He gave a little shrug at her question, still grinning softly, “I was working at Quality Quidditch Supply in Diagon at the time, because I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, and I met Myron by chance one night. We played together a few times, and he was really serious about it. I thought he’d totally go off the deep end if I didn’t stick by him,” he joked a little, taking another bite, “He spent all this time searching for more people, and eventually we found them. Thus, The Weird Sisters were born. I don’t guess it was really ever a conscious decision, I never actually thought it would get this far...it was just something I loved doing. Once it happened, there was just no backing out.” And that was the truth of it, a truth most people generally didn’t get out of him, “What about you, with photography? What made you decide to go that way?”