"N.E.W.T.s that I probably should really be studying for," Hannah admitted. "Ernie, if we ever get out of this mess, I'm still in another one. Do you realize I have absolutely no career paths I can pursue?"
She couldn't work in St. Mungo's, for the sight of blood made her queasy at best, and unconscious at worst. All of the positions that the Ministry would be likely to offer her sounded boring beyond belief. The idea of following her mother's footsteps into the greenhouses and the florist's shop had always been appealing, but now seemed altogether too painful to bear. There had been a lot to resign herself to in the last year and a half, but now that they were nearing their final exams, Hannah was having to come to terms with spending her life working in a shop as well.