"That's a cop out." Sloane scoffed, followed up by a chuckle. She was not going to bullshit him, nor mollycoddle him either. "I think being a healer takes more dedication and determination that anything else." Like quidditch, it was a skill you honed and refined until you were happy with it; but you could always learn more, work harder and get better.

"You are both of those things, when you're not being wishy-washy and existential." She gave him a pointed look over her knees. "Plus you're smart, you have a good reason. But I can't tell you what to do, you have to want it." Just because she thought he would be good at it was not a good enough reason for him to take that route. He had to have the drive, the desire and the willingness to put in the work it required. "Maybe you should reach out to Alice and see how she likes being a mediwitch." Not exactly the same, but close.

Sloane realized she should probably be taking her own advice here, but she had over a year left of school, he had mere weeks.