Noble nodded. Tilda was right, he knew — healers had to report to the hospital for up to a day or two at a time, and Noble got to set his own hours and hide in his workshop. He'd invested a lot of time and a great deal of money in becoming a reputable potioneer, and now he was thinking about throwing it all away. (They couldn't afford it.) But when he decided to become a potioneer, he'd never expected to be walking around carrying the weight of all this guilt with him.
"I won't be able to decide anything until next year, anyways," Noble said, with a sigh over his pint. Healer internships started in the fall, to let Hogwarts students get their exam results. This all made sense, but it meant he was going to have to wait ages before making a decision.
But maybe that was what he wanted.
"I won't be able to decide anything until next year, anyways," Noble said, with a sigh over his pint. Healer internships started in the fall, to let Hogwarts students get their exam results. This all made sense, but it meant he was going to have to wait ages before making a decision.
But maybe that was what he wanted.
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