Igor shifted his weight nervously. Being asked by Professor Baronova to stay after class usually meant detention - or doom.
"I trust you know what this is about?"
He was silent. Baronova sighed.
"Your schedule, Igor. I want to verify that you are continuing next year, to prepare for N.E.W.T.s."
"But...The O.W.L.s aren't for a month; I don't know if—"
"You will pass," she said shortly. "I've taught four Karkaroffs across eleven years, and only you seem to understand that the Dark Arts are an art. You'll continue next year, then?"
"I...um...Yes?"
"Good. You are dismissed."