George blinked.

No one, no one, had ever asked what she wanted in this particular arena. Indeed, while the Ravenclaw had vague notions of the life she wished she could lead—most of them conflicting with one another—she had never had the opportunity to articulate them in any way that made them concrete.

"I don't know," she admitted, voice pained, "but it doesn't seem as though I have much option."