Draco snorted softly. “Saint Mungo’s is nearly as much of a joke as Hogwarts, if you ask me. The old wizarding families know how to deal with magical maladies on their own, or have family connections who can. It’s really only the muggle lines who need others to take care of their botched potions reactions and mismanaged spells.”
”That’s not exactly why I’m deterred by it, but all the same that’s very true,” she said, sighing softly. “I’ve always kind of wanted to be an Unspeakable,” she said meekly, looking up at him, weighing his expression. She didn’t really mention this to anyone, and she feared his disapproval on it. “Though it’s only just a thought… I haven’t really spent much time figuring out my future, to be quite honest,” she said with a defeated sigh. It was true, she had spent far too much time off with Potter or Weasley than she should have, which sadly resulted in her neglecting to figure things out for herself.
