Dean chuckled. "Why not? It's a good job for someone who gets distracted, maybe? Bright shiny gold thing to catch your eye? If you've got the reflexes for it." Dean hadn't really seen Drew fly, so he couldn't say. But he was light and if he was good enough to make reserves, probably wasn't any reason he could fly as Seeker, even if he might be better in a Chaser slot.
Dean heard the way he hedged and laughed. "It's all right. He's a prat, but he's not bad. I didn't mean it against him, really," he reassured Drew.
He sat back in the chair, taking a swig of the butterbeer before answering. "Nah, I'm not good enough to fly for the pros. Not really sure what I'll do out of school. Probably just find a job somewhere and suss it out then. You planning to try to play when you leave school?"