The boys were sprawled along the grassy bank of the lake, the afternoon sun glinting off the rippling water.

Theo leaned back on his elbows, squinting at the clouds.

“Alright,” he said, tilting his head back so the sun hit his face, “serious questions. If we weren’t wizards, what job would you have? And don’t say ‘world dominator’, Tom. That’s not a real job.”

Tom smirked, closing his book with a soft thump. “Then call it president. Less paperwork than domination… and Mattheo would be my head of security. Mostly because he enjoys watching his fists do the talking.”

Mattheo scoffed, tossing a small pebble into the lake. “I appreciate it, Tommy… but my hands are already reserved for other purposes.”

Theo arched an eyebrow, grinning. “Let me guess… it has something to do with a doctor’s office and women, doesn’t it?”

Mattheo laughed, leaning back on his elbows and letting his boots dangle near the water. “I was actually gonna say… massage therapist. But hey, white coat and a waiting room full of girls… sounds reasonable too.”

Draco scoffed, arms crossed over his chest. “Sure, while I’ll be working overtime filing restraining orders in your name.”

Tom raised an eyebrow. “You as a lawyer? To be honest, I always pictured you more in a hair salon.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Don’t be mad just because my hair has more authority than you.”

Theo laughed, shading his eyes from the sun. “I would be a priest.”

Mattheo snorted, splashing the lake again with the toe of his boot. “You’d burst into flame the second you touched holy water, bro.”

Theo smirked, unbothered. “Maybe, but I like hearing sins.”

A soft rustle from the edge of the grass made them all look up. Regulus strolled into view with his hands in his pockets.

“Talking about careers again, I see,” he said, dropping onto the grass beside Theo. “What are we imagining this time? Mattheo charming patients, Draco terrorizing lawyers…?”

Mattheo grinned. “Exactly. And Theo here thinks he’d be a priest.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow. “A priest? You? I’d pay to see that.”

Theo shrugged. “Maybe I’d burn a little, but I’d be good at listening.”

Draco snorted. “Listening? You’d faint at the first confession of actual sin.”

“Better than fainting under a restraining order,” Regulus shot back, nudging Draco with his elbow.

Tom leaned back,. “And what about you, Reggie? You’re not just here to judge the rest of us.”

Regulus smirked, tilting his head. “I’d probably run something… organized. Detective work, maybe. Someone has to keep an eye on the chaos you lot create.”

Mattheo chuckled, tossing another pebble into the lake. “Detective, huh? Sounds like you’d just get annoyed and glare at people all day.”

“Exactly,” Regulus said with mock pride. “Annoyance is a skill.”

Just then, your voice carried from the path near the edge of the lake. “Hey! You lot aren’t the only ones allowed to plan imaginary careers!”

They all turned, spotting you walking along the grassy path. Theo grinned, waving you over. “Perfect timing. Come on, spill it... what job would you do?”

Mattheo nudged you with a grin. “Be honest, we won’t judge… much.”