Thinking about the younger Muggle-borns transferring out made Randolph sigh, as he thought about his own future. Once he sat his NEWTs next June, it would be difficult—almost impossible—to return to the nonmagical world for work or uni; but Randolph as a Muggle-born was so scorned and unwanted in Wizarding Britain. Randolph had been forced to make hard choices ever since he had received his OWL scores, a bit over a year ago, but these transferers to MMA would be spared those hard choices. God, Randolph envied those Muggle-borns who had escaped this fraud of a school that pandered to Purebloods, every minute of every day.