Originally Posted by Lockhartian

Yes, she was right about that, there was no denying it. Most things were easier said than done, actually, everything was, unless you've already tried it, "I know, and it sucks that things started to happen all toget--" he stopped, he noticed something, "Did you not break up with Salander?" not that he minded or anything, it was none of his business, but judging by the face Salander had that day in the kitchens Treyen supposed them to be completely over, sort of.

He was mostly worried for Salander. And Lexi, of course, but at that time since he was only seeing his face, then he got all the worry.

Once she spoke again, he smiled. But no comment was made.

And then his smile turned into a very small smirk before figuring something out, "You can always write," he was truthfully going to say 'serve drinks' or something involving the word 'landlady' and 'leaky cauldron', but decided to go with 'writing', it was better. "Like, the Daily Prophet or any other Wizarding newspaper," see? No Muggle world, and no need for perfect grades.

"As far as I can tell, you can still do your OWLs brilliantly, as long as you go through my notes and get off the floor," he said, raising an eyebrow at her, "I would do the last one first." So, Lexi, off the floor before Treyen has to levitate you to the Hospital Wing claiming insanity.