Returning the exasperated sigh — only his was more of a teasing mockery — Handsome stood up once more. If she really wanted to practice patronus-casting, they would, but he certainly wouldn't be putting up with her nonsense.

"Patronus casting is not on NEWT examinations. There's plenty of skillful adults who can't cast it, Miss Woodcroft; don't panic," he assured, promptly motioning for her to stand up in front of him. "Anyways, even if your grades dropped down to where they only offered you a partial academic scholarship, you're a prefect — they pay for that, too." She'd be fine. It wasn't like she was dumb or anything.