N.E.W.T. exams were done! Noble was confident that he'd done well on them, because — well, mostly because he didn't have other options. He really wanted to be a potioneer, and he wanted to be one of the good potioneers, who could afford to live independently and support themselves. He didn't want to do anything halfway.

But it was that final N.E.W.T. exam that had pushed something to the front of his mind — in keeping secrets, was he not doing things halfway?

It was always easy to find Daffodil Potts. If she wasn't in the Great Hall or the Library, then she was either in Ravenclaw Tower or the greenhouses — if she was up in her common room, then he was out of luck, so he was going to have to try the greenhouses. He found her after the first few he checked, and grinned at her, with the smear of dirt on her cheek.

"Not quite," he said, with a smile. He'd scarcely even thought about supper since he found his resolve. "They're probably running low on things by now, though. Has he behaved?"