McGonnagal goads me daily about what I'm going to do with my life. She says that I'm lucky that I'm so clever, or else I'd be in serious trouble for not choosing a career field, and didn't I know that after graduation it's really too late to make a choice?
I told her that I frankly did not care, and that if all else failed, I'd go work for Fred and
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You and Justin, eh? I can't say I ever imagined that happening...
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Not that a girl couldn't get her hopes up.
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I know about the hopes thing, Gin. Oh, do I know...
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Don't worry about it. I didn't know what I wanted to do until I graduated. I just did the classes I could get into and hoped for the best.
Justin is rather cute, isn't he?
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I think that's what I'll do. Just go with the flow, sort of.
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Well, good luck with it all!
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We pretty much took the same courses. But I didn't have Muggle Studies. I was born and raised a Muggle, that would've been redundant I suppose.
I will see you on Friday. And maybe we'll just take it from there.
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I couldn't get out of it with my dad around. He thinks Muggle Studies is the most important class EVER. Ha.
Deal.
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I'll be out of the house in a couple of minutes. I'll just fuss about with my hair a bit and maybe grab you a bouquet of flowers. See you.
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Oh, you will crawl out, Ginny. You're a strong, clever and a very lovely girl, a decent bloke would be out there for you. Trust me. Not sure I can say the same thing with me, but that's a whole other story.
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Oh, blah. You're twice times as pretty and skilled as me, so you have nothing to worry about, either. You'll find a decent bloke someday as well. It's just the 'haning in there' part that's difficult.
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