Garret couldn't bring himself to be excited about the summer, not when it meant he was leaving the comfort and security that came with being a Hogwarts student. He was graduating now and he had probably done really horribly in his NEWTs... and well... he had absolutely no idea what he was going to do now.

Perhaps get a job in Diagon Alley... he certainly wasn't super talented at anything like Quidditch, or was even all that smart so the Ministry wouldn't want him.

He sighed over the mashed potatoes, swirling it around in his plate with his fork. Not for the first time, he wished he came from a wealthy family so that he didn't HAVE to make an immediate decision.