"Likes the Wasps," he corrected her, with a reproachful glance. "Employment is optional. A little bohemian spirit is admirable, actually. If he's going to like me at all, he'd better not be too hung up on titles or cash." Because he had neither, and didn't expect to in the near future. "And for you, traitorous soul that you are, I guess Quidditch doesn't matter one iota. Any must-have skills? Presumably no one who thinks airplanes are held up by magic."