Noble nodded. He was usually good at small talk, but he had nothing to say about not getting an O.W.L. in Potions. Grades had seemed like they were everything, to a middle class second son who wanted to create his own independence early. He hadn't scored below an Acceptable in any of his O.W.L. courses. But things were different for the working classes, he knew — expectations, and circumstances.
He didn't really understand why Dorset was still here talking to him, but Noble knew it was his own fault for behaving so oddly tonight. Maybe he would get lucky and one of his other friends would appear on this street, and Noble could pretend that he'd been waiting for them all along. Or maybe Dorset was just very friendly. (Like Daffy, Noble thought, with another flash of stupid jealousy.)
"I'm a Potioneer now," Noble replied with a broad smile. "So I guess you could say that doing potions stuff is sort of my whole thing."
He didn't really understand why Dorset was still here talking to him, but Noble knew it was his own fault for behaving so oddly tonight. Maybe he would get lucky and one of his other friends would appear on this street, and Noble could pretend that he'd been waiting for them all along. Or maybe Dorset was just very friendly. (Like Daffy, Noble thought, with another flash of stupid jealousy.)
"I'm a Potioneer now," Noble replied with a broad smile. "So I guess you could say that doing potions stuff is sort of my whole thing."
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