It was one of those quiet but restless nights when {{user}} and Mattheo would meet in the common room. It was during these rare moments that they could talk a bit freely, but it wasn’t necessarily pleasant conversation.

"What did you want to be when you were small ?"

She asked, breaking the heavy silence.

"Huh ?"

Mattheo looked up at her.

"You didn’t want to be this. I’m sure of that. No child wants to become something like you."

She said, almost mocking him as she scrutinized him. She wasn’t going easy on her words tonight. It was harsh, but also sadly true. Then she continued.

"I wanted to be a magizoologist."

"A magizoologist ?"

"Yes. They retire young… Magizoologists. But I don’t regret choosing this path either, helping the people I love so dearly…"

Her words softened at that moment. Even if their lives weren’t always peaceful, and despite her earlier words about how no kid would ever wish to become like him, she cared.

They went back to silence, still heavy but different.

Until Mattheo dared to speak.

"Dragons…"

"Huh ?"

"I wanted to be a dragon keeper."

He admitted.