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Behind Harry, Snape was preceding rather more sedately. He flew to a promising tree, found a decent specimen, and picked it carefully. Polishing it absently on his robes, he flew after Harry, hoping that Lucius would grow bored with his game. It was a decent enough way to teach flying, he supposed, briefly amusing himself by imagining the career of Lucius Malfoy, Hogwarts Flying Instructor.
A pity 'Malfoy's don't work', he thought, remembering Lucius' odious father's contemptuous remarks when he heard Snape's future plans. If Lucius had been allowed a proper career, or if he hadn't been so disgustingly rich, he might never have gotten himself involved with the Dark Lord. And at that, it had been largely Abraxas Malfoy's doing. I wonder if Lucius was ever allowed to think what he might like to do with his life? It seemed unlikely. In Snape's experience, rich purebloods had their futures mapped out minutely from the day of their birth. Lucius' interest in a quidditch career had been ruthlessly quashed by his father, who had chosen his son's associates, politics--and even his wife. Only if they threw everything over in an act of rebellion, like Sirius Black, could purebloods strike out on their own. And look how Sirius Black had turned out!
The Best Revenge, Chapter 20
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