He thought his life after school would fall into easy relaxing days sipping fire whiskey while strolling the manor's many walkways, chatting animatedly to whichever pureblood girl his family wished him to marry. Pansy probably, if he were going by the post he had received from her scrawny barn owl all summer he assumed her family was pushing her to make a connection with him now to ensure her future. They clearly had yet to get the memo that they dated last year and it had fizzled out.