As terrifying as it was to admit such a thing, Handsome's time at Hogwarts was coming to a close, and fast. Within a week's time, he'd be boarding the boats — the same ones they'd arrived on as teeny first years — to leave Hogwarts. Many students his age had made plans for their lives after school, but Handsome's situation allowed him leniency with such a thing; he didn't need to work for a living, but he feel like he should simply because the majority of his younger sisters also had career ambitions. Unfortunately, time was running out with some paths.

"Fuuuuuck," he groaned, pulling his pillow over his face for a moment. He was spread out on his dormitory bed — one he'd no longer be sleeping on. "What are you doing after school? Quidditch? Ministry? Dragons?"

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