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Milton grabbed a cookie and took a big bite of it. Yum.
"You're lucky," he said after swallowing, so he didn't have cookie in his mouth. "Don't have to worry about OWLs anymore, or NEWTs." Ah, yes. Sixth year was a wonderful time. Milton shrugged his shoulders and took another sip of his butterbeer. "Not really. Should I be?" He was pretty much a carefree person that just went with the flow and dealt with whatever life handed him. Why stress about it?
If they had had this conversation before, Milton didn't remember. Repeated concussions did that to people. "My dad owns a wizarding networking pub in Dublin. Kinda like the Leaky, I guess. Anyway, I'm going to work there after I get out of here. And eventually, I guess it'll be mine." Several years down the line when his dad wasn't around anymore.
Presley loved this. Here she was, the most obsessive stressed out person in the world, chatting casually to possibly Ravenclaw's most carefree student. She shrugged.
"I guess not. I mean stress only hinders you, right?" Right. That's why people were bad testers, when you're stressed, you're not at the top of your game.
Pres nodded.
"That's right." she paused for a second, wondering if she should mention what she was thinking. Better just go for it. If he got upset she would feel bad, but at least her curiousity would be satisfied.
"I thought you didn't get on too well with your dad?" Yet he wanted to work for him, and eventually follow in his footsteps? Presley never wanted to be like her father.