Nathaniel smiled coldly and ran his fingers through his prematurely greying hair. "Yes." He blinked his steel blue eyes, "Good for me I guess." He tried not to think of Mailen or the others, "You were a prefect?" A shot of terror long forgotten passed before his eyes. "A rebel prefect, good for you. My gang fought against the prefects of Durmstrang, we lost horribly in the end, but it was a good cause. Tyranny cannot be allied with. It cost many of us our freedom and a few...." He let his voice trail off, cracking with emotion. He couldn't bare to think of the duels again. 3rd year, he had lost many friends that semester. He shook his head.

"They pay well indeed, I work as an obliviator, but me department is nearly empty. My friends are gone I guess."