Quote:
Originally Posted by
Tegz 
...
Jim was quiet when he answered. "I can't play Quidditch this year, my injuries... " He shrugged. "My head. The concussion was bad. The healers say that if I played, I'd have to impose a height limitation on my broom." Because the higher he flew, the more likely he'd pass out with very little warning. And being a seeker... well, you went where the Snitch went. "Another ten months, at least, they said."
But Jim was stubborn. If he got asked to play reserve, he'd probably consider it. No matter that it could be the end of him. So yeah. His Quidditch injuries had been pretty serious, even though as with everything else, Jim had underplayed them.
"Marie pushed a lot." He added finally, in closing for that particular part of the conversation. It was the best he'd do for an explanation. He still missed her, even though he wasn't cut up about it anymore.
"He says that, but he keeps doing it anyway. He doesn't stop to think. Maybe now he will." So. He shrugged it all away philosophically.
"MMmm sort of. International Taskforce? You know, they do all sorts of things to make sure the International Wizarding Community complies with the Statute of Secrecy. Tate used to do stuff with Dark Wizards, like, transporting them between countries I think, and then theres things like the Yeti watchers or, you know the Loch Ness Monster? So if you like creatures you can specialise in that aspect. I'd probably go with dangerous plant control myself." They were specially trained, like soldiers, but then they specialised in a bunch of different areas. "They do what the International Confederation of Wizards needs them to do." He added. "And they do it all over the world."
He grinned when Mia laughed, not because he found Destiny amusing, more because Mia's amusement was infectious. "Stress free is good." Oh they were huh?
"Well. Don't die." He suggested helpfully.
"Ahh...I knew there must have been a reason why you were opening up to me so much. It was that bump on the head you got." she teased, giving him a nudge with her shoulder.
"Ten months is not a long time. You'll be back in the air before you know it." Although why he would want to, Mia had no idea. Getting a concussion should have been a wake up call, that Quidditch is dangerous to your health.
Mia could tell that James didn't want to talk about Marie and Finn anymore so she didn't push it anymore. Instead she listened to him explain what the ITF did and she had to admit that it sounded like an impressive job but still one she couldn't see James doing.
"Sounds fascinating but I always pictured you as a kind of entrepreneur." With that smile and personality, he would go far.
Don't die? What was he, a Tate mini me or something?
"I don't plan on it and I don't expect to get more than two miles off the coastline but it will be fun." Destiny could always make her laugh a lot.
She too noticed Ivan and she gave the Ravenclaw a smile.
"Hey Ivan." Mia went back to her cereal as the two guys bantered between each other and grinned at the mention of a girl. She got Jim's look before turning back to Ivan.
"What kind of stuff?" Maybe James didn't want to know, but she DID.