Cameron knew she would do it. She would have to. There had been too many cracks to their friend group lately; losing a friend, especially one so supportive and smart as Alice, was likely to cause a fracture that was not easily repaired. Besides Sloane, she was the friend he considered himself closest to. Her question took him by surprise, because in no scenario had he imagined her asking him if he wanted to be a healer. He didn't fit the look, did he? He wasn't super gentle, analytical, hardworking, and especially sympathetic; he was a quidditch player through and through. He was rough, a bit flighty, and didn't have the grades to make the dream make sense. Still, he found himself unable to outright lie to her while she stared at him with such anticipation in her eyes.
"I know it's not ideal, not for me..." he started, slow and tentative in his speaking, "... and I'd need to turn my grades around immediately..." Like right now. He had six and half months to figure out how not to flunk his Potions and Herbology exams. "... but, you know, it's maybe... crossed my mind. Once or twice."
"I know it's not ideal, not for me..." he started, slow and tentative in his speaking, "... and I'd need to turn my grades around immediately..." Like right now. He had six and half months to figure out how not to flunk his Potions and Herbology exams. "... but, you know, it's maybe... crossed my mind. Once or twice."
