Rosamund was right, of course, there had been absolutely nothing careless in that decision. It had been carefully planned from the inception of the idea. Marie-Louise had carefully expressed her interest in her studies from the day she determined she wanted to help people more than just through the charity work her mother would have suggested, but through her studies and her magical abilities. She had made sure to pen such thoughts to her parents in her letters home in those early days. When the time had come to start the campaign to stay past her fifth year she had made sure to press the issue to her father rather than her mother. Her father had relented with good humor, brushing aside his wife's concerns. What harm could two more years of schooling do for their bright young daughter, he had assured his wife. As it turned out - everything. Intent on her plan Marie-Louise had picked an ambitious load of NEWT level courses that would get her to her goal. She had studied as much as possible in those years and when her final year had come and she knew she'd need to press the issue on her parents she had planned out every argument in favor of her career to explain to her parents when she saw them again. But she had never seen them again, instead she had to retire from her first season and go into mourning. From there the decision had become more complicated but even in those days Malou had knew exactly what she had wanted and had pressed the advantage. The lack of income, the need to help people, the practicality of such a move instead of waiting around for a season. So yes, Rosamund was entirely right there had been nothing careless in her decision. "I would agree with you." Malou admitted with a smile, "Although my godmother would adamantly disagree." Mrs. Bagshot's loyalty to Marie-Louise's departed mother and her wishes often colored her own opinions, despite the fact that the woman had agreed with the pragmaticism in Malou's plan in those days.

The thought of their futures spread out as such made Malou laugh. "Who knows, I might even try to alter a charm or two myself and need one of your potions to fix me." Doubtful, even Malou would have to agree, but it was nice to laugh over such things. To pretend they both wouldn't ever dare to harm their professional careers in such a manner. "Or I might start lecturing old coots on how to remain safe at home. Perhaps even try to add to Hogwarts's lesson plans for safety. I would become the most annoying healer and adherent to the rules then." That seemed more likely, already she could see the students rolling their eyes as her fifty year old self, graying and wrinkled, as she came to guest lecture them on the safety of not trying to change a charm.