Well, it was nice to know that Fletcher was capable of following some direction, although from the way he was bouncing his leg it seemed like it was slowly killing him inside. Cad wondered what was worse – dying from having to sit still, or being strangled to death by a plant. (He would pick the latter, but then again he was perfectly content sitting still for a while. Much better than dealing with people.)

He was staring intently at the plant waiting for it to fall, so it took a moment for Cadogan to blink, realizing that Fletcher had spoken. “Oh.” He started with, because that was the last thing he’d expected the Gryffindor to ask him. “I haven’t given it much thought,” which was a complete lie because he knew exactly what courses he needed to take – and pass – to be qualified for the museum job he wanted, although Herbology wasn’t one of them, “because I’m not sure I’ll be able to come back.”

Cadogan quickly averted his gaze. He knew Fletcher wouldn’t show him pity or anything like that, but it was still a sucky thing to admit. “But I guess I’d keep Herbology. I like it. I’d drop Divination.” Pausing, Cad quietly huffed a laugh before adding, “And potions.” He tipped his head. “And what are you going to take?”

The Devil’s Snare seemed to loosen around Fletcher’s arm. He quickly jotted down the time.

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