Glynn’s not giving much thought was inevitably still going to be a hundred times more thought than Jimmy had given it, anyway. (And Glynn was smart, so if Jimmy ever had to think seriously about something – getting Glynn’s opinion would probably do most of the hard work for him. A shortcut, if you like.)
Except Glynn might not be coming back. Jimmy gaped a little, fish-like. He didn’t know what to say to that, though – he supposed it made sense, if Glynn had lots of siblings who had been expensive to raise, or the farm needed his help more than he needed the learning. But he had supposed it a given that people like Glynn (nerds, prefects) would be the sorts of prize students Hogwarts would be desperate to keep.
He let Glynn go through his classes to drop before he said anything. “No idea,” Jimmy answered brashly, because he really hadn’t thought about it – although he didn’t see what was stopping him come back. “Whichever OWLs I don’t fail, I s’pose.” Still, he peered at Glynn, a little quizzical and a little wry, too newly invested in his prospects to pay much attention to the loosening plant. “Yeah, if you were any good at Divination I guess you’d have a better idea of your future,” he mocked – but then sobered, just a little, almost sorry about it. “You think you won’t be able to come back?”
Except Glynn might not be coming back. Jimmy gaped a little, fish-like. He didn’t know what to say to that, though – he supposed it made sense, if Glynn had lots of siblings who had been expensive to raise, or the farm needed his help more than he needed the learning. But he had supposed it a given that people like Glynn (nerds, prefects) would be the sorts of prize students Hogwarts would be desperate to keep.
He let Glynn go through his classes to drop before he said anything. “No idea,” Jimmy answered brashly, because he really hadn’t thought about it – although he didn’t see what was stopping him come back. “Whichever OWLs I don’t fail, I s’pose.” Still, he peered at Glynn, a little quizzical and a little wry, too newly invested in his prospects to pay much attention to the loosening plant. “Yeah, if you were any good at Divination I guess you’d have a better idea of your future,” he mocked – but then sobered, just a little, almost sorry about it. “You think you won’t be able to come back?”
