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Conan smiled, and nodded, "Do you have a cell phone?" Or what did those Brits call it, a mobile? "Cos I can give you my cell number. And I can take yours." On the train though. Cos of the whole, electricity doesn't work. "Though the international calling is rather expensive, so I can just call you." They had enough money to be able to afford that. It was all earned though. He hadn't inherited anything from his ancestors. Except pictures and memorabilia.
"I think I am definitely going to do Arithmancy at all stages." Because he was good at that. Plus he was going to MIT. He needed to keep his brain active while in this nut house.
"I hope you get good marks in your Ordinary Wizarding Levels." What if he did badly? Would he get kicked out. He would really really miss Treyen.
ACTUALLY, Conan, he does.
"I do." He nodded once he answered, but the thing is...he didn't know his number. He got the thing last summer, because it was easier to be in touch with the family in France while he was away with Aaron.
"But I'm waiting for my number to be owled to me. I kind of forgot about it," and he didn't even bring it along, there was no need. He
did pick up on the expensive part of it, and then shook his head,
"I can also call you," they could also manage to spend a few more galleons than necessary.
Treyen's smile widened at the thought of Conan in Arithmancy,
"I want to, as well," meaning, yes, Hadley will have this young Lockhart in her class next year too, and the one after that. If Hadley remained as their Arithmancy Professor, that is.
Yeah, OWLs.
"I hope so, not that it would determine whether I get to keep coming to Hogwarts or not, but...they were canceled last year, I don't know if we're going to have them again," he HOPED so, because he wanted to be graded, mostly, and because if he followed any University path then he'll need those, no?