"I don't understand, what's changed?"
She fidgeted, guiltily.
"Professor Flitwick says your latest essay earned a Troll, and your Transfiguration scores are barely hovering at an Acceptable?!"
A flinch.
"I know you have an apprenticeship, dear, but you still need your NEWTs to earn your Mastery." Sprout looked on with deep concern. "Please," she implored, "talk to me."
"...I'm working on a project. I have a month, just one, and I can't do it, but I need to, and-"
"-no project is worth failing out."
"Professor Sprout, I'm dropping out."
A blink. "Oh, well."
"...yeah."