Dominique nodded. She'd be okay. She wouldn't let herself be any other way. She wasn't going to be a victim.
The young woman tried not to make a face at the mention of more potions, pretty sure she failed miserably. Sometimes childhood habits died hard, painful deaths. "There are always more potions," she said with a grin. At least she could make a joke out of it.
"Home. I like the sound of that."
If anything, the cozy warmth of Shell Cottage would be preferable to the drafty halls of Hogwarts. Hopefully the Headmaster would understand the extenuating circumstances.