"What about the practical portion of the exam? You really think the ministry is just going to let it go if you don't have magic?" He looked back down at his knees, noticing a hole torn in his trousers. "You don't know what it's like to go to those classes Hermione. All you see is pity in everyone's eyes. The professor looks at you, expecting you to do something and then remember that you can't and they give you this look. I know they don't mean to but they do, they can't help it. They feel bad for you but at the same time are so grateful that they're not you."
He looked back up at her momentarily before looking to the floor again and asked her sardonically, "What out there do you really think is pleasant for me?"