Well wasn't he just an absolute daaaaaaaaaaaarling?!

"Oh no, my dear. Just leave whatever you don't want on the plate and I will indulge at a later date," Marion replied with a light shake of the head. "Those are an ooooooold Burbage family recipe, just so you know. Might be some good study fuel for those long nights preparing for OWLs I am sure you are having."

Passed done from generation to generation. She was trusting that her son and daughter had passed it on accordingly. She had not seen them since...since the incident and she did not wish to.

"Oh yes, gobbled right up by some cursed weed!" she boisterously lamented with some flapping of the arms. "But all that can be chit chat for another day, darling. Recanting how I met my end is not going to help boost you into the future." Well, perhaps it could should he ever come across the exact same cursed flora. And now that their tea situation was settled, Marion supposed she ought to put the poor dear out of his misery and permit him to sit. "Additional brownie points again to you, Mr. Whitelaw. For not seating yourself until you were invited to do so...which I do now. It is the polite and respectful thing to do. No matter the interview, do not seat yourself until you are invited to do so. So, that being the case, please doooooooo take a seat." As would she, though as a ghost it hardly made a different how she elected to float.

"A sporty career involving brooms to be precise," she nodded with a small smile. Precise goals and aspirations were quite important, no matter how short term they may be. "Ooooooooooooh broom racing is quite the exciting sport. Henry and I used to go watch the qualifiers for the European Grand Tours. Broom races are not just simple laps around the quidditch pitch, mind you. They are quite lengthy routes where the start and end points can be maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaany a kilometer apart. One in particular was over five THOOOOUSAND. In stages of course, my dear. No one can expect an individual on a broom to travel all that distance at once. There are shorter races as well, of course...but the long ones I always found the most charming." As to his query about becoming an instructor, that was something she could speak to a bit more. "Well, my dear, becoming an educator is a veeeeeeery noble path. It will likely depend on where you set your sights, but as a bare minimum to beef up your resume... I would imagine you need a degree of some sort from university. Sports healing or sports science are two fields of study I have heard of. Are you aware of summer quidditch camps that offer opportunities for young witches and wizards to assist at? I dooooo believe a darling former Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff...now where did those dears tell me they had been recruited too...oh YES, Kenmare. Yes, well, these two darlings I have heard started their own summer quidditch camp and are always looking for U-17 players like yourself to help coach. What were there names...hmmmm....hmmmmmmmmmmmm...oh YES, why, a Mr. Henry Henry Whittebrook and a Ms. Zinnia Shacklebolt. Henry like my own dear sweet Henry and just as equal a studmuffin if I do say so myself," Marion cooed as her eyes glazed over a moment as she reminisce. "Hmmm? Oh...where was I? Oh yes. Summer camp coaching. That too would look good on a university resume as well as give you a little boost to see if teaching is indeed something you would be interested in doing. The former Headmaster Kazmi, another fine specimen of a studmuffin, had quite a number of yeaaaaars in the field of broom racing and conditioning before he came to Hogwarts to teach...if I am not mistaken... "

She would need another moment or hundred to recall properly. Her thoughts were just a tad distracted at the moment.