The others had left a hour hour prior, their eyes dripped with the need of sleep, edges of their mouth showed the rements of sugar cookies and other sweets. A house elf came to clear away the dishes and correct the room back to a respectable state. At first he didn't notice she still remained, far in the corner, curled in the leather armchair just watching him.
"Miss Weasley! It's quite late my dear you should be getting to bed. Now off you go!" He motions to door with a pleasant smile.
"I was waiting to ask you something, I assume you don't mind Professor Slughorn?" Despite the hour he did enjoy a good chat, he walks towards the couch adjacent from her and sits.
"Yes Miss Weasley?" The red haired young lady sits up to a more respectable position, opens her mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. "What is?" He politely prompts her, years of teaching he himself learned never to force anything from a student unwilling to let you in.
"When will I ever have stability in my life? When can I be normal? Not the first daughter born in five generations, not Harry Potter's girlfriend, and not according to you destinate for further greatness?"
"Miss Weasley those are great and wonderful things to have and to be! Why in the world would ever wish for an ordinary life? You are someone and more important than that someone of great standing! You shall succeeded much faster than those who are simply as you put normal. Why wish for that?!" She leans back with a sigh, he fails to notice the tears fighting not to be released.
"Because it's much more difficult Professor, that's why. When you are normal you blend into the crowed, a blended person's less likely to be a victim of a random death eater attack. Normal brings stability instead of fear and pressure of always being best, you're judged less when just normal." Professor Slughorn stands, approaches his student extends his hand to pull her from the seat.
"You are in charge of your life and what will make you happy, but the stronger person faces their fears, they also accept who they are, and don't wish to swipe the board clean. Now I shall escort to you common room, don't want you running into Mr. Flitch now do we?"