"Well," He drawled, flicking his wand to straighten out the stack of finished letters he had recently finished sorting through, "I guess you could say my life has taken some getting used to. I would have never thought that I'd be working in Diagon Alley, that I'd be able to do what I wanted for a few years after leaving school, but..." Deus simply shrugged, eyes raking over the nearly illegible handwriting of one letter writer. "Life happens, I suppose."

Cue the awkward pause. Had Amadeus just revealed a bit more than he had planned to? Maybe. Well, the damage was already done, in that case. Clearing his throat, he began once more, "Yeah. I wasn't too keen on the idea of cleaning up after the owls, particularly, but I've grown to like the little buggers. Although... Mangig can be quite the handful." He chuckled, setting another couple of letters into the stack of finished work.