"Well, I do know. So just believe me." She gave him an impish smile and tucked back a lock of short blonde hair before diving back into her sandwich. Anthony had made a bit of a point of being a pompous ass back in school, but Em hadn't really minded his attitude, too much. If he was such an ass, he wouldn't have helped her with her defensive wandwork after their DA meetings, would he?
"I do fine on the written portions of those tests. Managed to get quite a few OWLs, didn't I? It's just the practical parts. I don't really think... wizard. I'm stuck thinking muggle about most things, still. It seems to come so naturally to most wizards." That was enough of Em's own self-pity for one day, wasn't it?
When Anthony mentioned getting a better job, Em shrugged. "I want to stick with the Prophet, if they'll hire me on as a columnist. I'm interning with them right now, and they seem to like what I write well enough. As long as I write what they want." Which usually wasn't nearly as interesting as the murders and robberies that Em really wanted to cover.
"Are you still thinking of training as an Auror, eventually?" Em remembered what he'd wanted, before the Battle and the Muggleborn Registration Commission. She just wasn't sure if he'd changed his mind since then.