Leah did not appreciate the shift in subject as much as she knew the concern was well-founded. Sure, they'd joked about leaving Hogwarts and never having to come back, but not being able to go back was another story. If she didn't have her NEWTs, she would live her years as a debutante—or whatever her mother decided she would do in post-Hogwarts life—worried about finding a husband. She would have no backup plan, no opportunity to pursue another path if she suffered multiple lackluster seasons.

She wanted to go back.

"Let's just hope that they allow us back; we haven't gotten our OWL scores yet," she teased, a clear avoidance of the topic at hand. Though as she shifted her gaze back to the floor, it was obvious that she too was worried. "They'll have to let us back to our families. There's only so long they can make excuses for leaving girls our age without guidance before society starts to riot. On the bright side, we might have a few more weeks of freedom?" she suggested, a little ounce of hope in her voice.

Though she could be the biggest brat in the world, Leah cared about Prudence. She reached out and took her hand in the way a best fried would, and gave it a light squeeze.

"It'll be okay, Pru. We have each other, at least. Some aren't as fortunate, I'd imagine."

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