At the question, Nathalie looked thoughtful. "Something involving potions. I think I might enjoy teaching..." She sighed, putting the pleasant dream out of her head. "But it won't happen. My father has all his ambitions focused on a grandson now. I'll be expected to marry and have children as soon as I leave school." She gave a brief, faintly bitter laugh. "He and mother have already started making a list of suitable matches."