"Twelve days, so far." Morag said, smile a bit wry. She tried to stay cheerful. "I'm sorry if I reminded you. The restrictions on us are horrible." She sighed. "I'm not allowed to take my NEWTs until next year, and I half think they're hoping I forget everything before that, so they don't get bad press." Well, half her job from Fred had been finding others who weren't content with the restrictions, after all.