Angelina couldn't help but smugly smiling - her daughter had achieved eleven OWLs and done really well on her NEWTs. Not even Ange would have predicted that. When Roxanne admitted to not liking healing, Angelina reached out to her. "You're young, hon. You have time to play around with your career." Ange did her best to sound encouraging. It must be hard, knowing both her parents found their dream jobs right out of school. But sometimes Hogwarts wasn't enough, and a lot of young witches and wizards found themselves in the wrong career.
Quidditch. Angelina sucked in her breath, knowing the answer already. Biting her lip, Ange looked up at Fred with concern in her eyes. Roxanne had confessed she hadn't made the quidditch team, but it sounded like she'd wanted to. For her mother.