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sarahlooo 
"No problem," he said with a smile. Milton stood up and left to go order from the bar. A few minutes later, he returned with two mugs of butterbeer and four warm cookies. He set the mugs and the plate down on the table and took a seat. "I hope you like chocolate chip cookies. They looked too good to pass up." He took his seat again and sipped on his butterbeer with a sigh. That was good stuff.
Now, back to the subject of NEWTs. "Eh. I guess. I'm not too stressed out about them, really, but I guess it's still nerve wracking." His career choice(s) didn't really need fantastic test scores anyway. "You're a.. sixth year, right?"
Presley tapped her fingers on the table as she waited for Milton to get back, a nervous habit that her grandfather was always on her case about. Luckily he wasn't gone too long. She took her drink and sipped it.
"They do look great." Maybe this wasn't a good time to mention that the only time she'd tried to make cookies, last year, they had ended up as salt-rocks.
She nodded.
"Yeah, I am." And already stressing out about her own NEWT's.
"You're not stressed?" she questioned. He must be a freaking genius if he could blow off the biggest tests of his education like that.
"What are you planning to do once you get out of here?" She queried. Hadn't he told her once that he didn't plan on Quidditch? She was pretty sure she'd asked this question before, but she couldn't remember the answer, and it never hurt to ask again.