Betty smiled again, and was prepared to offer once more her guidance in anything related to her future. Funny, that this was becoming her job. Sure, she was supposed to be recruiting, but she was also a professor. Of Hexes. Not a guidance counselor. Still, she supposed it was fitting. When she was Pansy's age, all she had wanted to do was write smutty novels and snog her girlfriend. How her life had changed. She was the poster child for an open mind.
She stopped short though when she caught Pansy's expression, and wondered for a moment if she had said the wrong thing. Shit, she wasn't really qualified to deal out advice like cheap fortunes. She couldn't read tea leaves or anything. The wine made her slow, but she did remember why she had really brought Pansy in...to get the scoop on Goldstein.