Giotto had never really thought of what he wanted to do. It was mostly ignore the crazy people, make some good friends, and get through a week with out some disaster happening. Of course it didn't help at all as he watched everyone around him have a plan. Sure he knew not everyone was going to become famous writers or baseball players or whatever they were aiming for. A lot of people didn’t become their childhood dream. However he didn't even have that.So what did he want to do? It was only a matter of time until he got that dreaded assignment. He knew he didn't want to be in the spot light. He had enough of that growing up. However all of his parents bandmates made it work. Still he wasn't th singing type. He was fine with the eldritch house but he wasn't really into history... or the nightmare daydream condition. Come to think of it, not one of his passions could lead to a career choice. Then again he was rich enough he didn't really need a job but he should get one none the less. Just in case his future significant other was the type that hated lazy bums.
However maybe he could become a magical historian. One that studied the history of magic. The different events that lead to the magic they enjoyed today... or he could get an anthropology degree and mix it with his magical history and search for lost magical artifacts. He had the money and the resources and maybe he could find something long forgotten to help people today. It wasn't certain in any way but it was a start. He still had years in front of him to hone down what he wanted.
