"No way, they're offering correspondence classes?! That's just what I'm looking for!" Eloise exclaimed, a little too forcefully. She coughed, slightly embarrassed. "If you remember, not that you wouldn't necessarily, I left school before sixth year began. My father's idea, not mine. He had me tutored to catch up that year, but after Dumbledore was killed he thought it best that we go into hiding. I am, er, halfblood and all."
Eloise nervously scratched at the site of a newly-formed pimple near her temple, which reminded her to make sure to acquire more dragon dung (a surprisingly good additive for anti-acne solutions).
"How would one go about getting the information for the courses? I need to make up at least a whole year, if my sixth year exam results even went through. I, er... also need to take an apparation licensing exam."