Futures At Stake

[Sadire Ting]

It took Sadire Kyle Ting four years of attending Hogwarts New Zealand before he had actually managed to learn your average conversational English. Sure his grammar and his essays could use a little more work, he wasn't really sure to be honest, but to his untrained eyes, they seemed like they need more work to be honest. But really, that wasn't at all what he was worrying about right now. Time flew by so fast in Hogwarts that before he knew it, he was already in his fifth year after all and that didn't exactly bode well for the Hufflepuff. He had barely been able to keep up with his lessons, but now that what they were calling the OWLs were coming up on them this year, he had to work just a little bit harder. Who was he kidding? He would probably have to study enough to burn his eyebrows just to make a decent score on those exams to be honest. Conversational English he could understand, some technical wizarding terms, yeah he was getting there. But everything in his lessons from curses, jinxes, charms, transfiguration to the whatever planet or star they were talking about? Well, let's just say his sanity was probably hanging on by a thread at the moment. And this was why he was currently in the library.

He wished he could say that being in the library helped. It really didn't. Despite the books laid out in front of him and the English he could actually read and understand, the words were floating in his head. And honestly, the notes he had taken down that he was assuming could help actually looked like trash. Trash that had been left out in the pedestrian lane that chickens have stomped on and the pigeons have sh** on. Yep, that's how bad and nonsensical they looked. It seemed that he was skipping out on writing the actual important ones and wrote down the completely useless ones. But he really couldn't be sure about that really. He was totally going to fail these OWLs of his and then he was going to have to drop out of school and disappoint his parents for all the expenses that had been made and he couldn't even pass his damn fifth year. Yep, he was totally doomed.
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[Lydia Warrick]

Lydia spent a lot of time in the library, and it seemed to be increasingly mor time and this wasn't just due to the fact that she had OWLs coming up, no, but rather being in the library, and on the days her cousin was in being able to spend time with him, where she avoided most others and filled her hours with many other things, the library was one of the few steadies. It couldn be explained by the fact that within her dorm room was a little picture of her and father, as well as other family pictures which she didn't want to look at when she was trying to not think of it. Everything was fine in her life, everything was fine, but it would be a distraction to her studying and lydia really couldn't have that, not with the ever important OWLs being the ones that she was studying towards. The teen was happily sat in the library, she had already done so much with her day, having woke up early, gotten in a run, done some quidditch, eaten some food, done prefect duties, worked on two essays and was gathering notes with which to study.

Her method of studying was not perhaps the most productive or fruitful way of doing it but it was the one that she had picked, and it took a lot of time, and a lot of books. So she had a good few many books floating behind her as she made her way through the library and was picking out the books that she wanted to use, or that she thought might be useful to her studies. It was as she di this, that Lydia turned a corner and noticed a friend sitting surrounding by books and with a definite look that screamed stuck, she decided then and there that this would be a good way to fill a few hours, she wouldn't have to think about anything, she wouldn't have to at all. All she'd have to do was sit and he'll him out with his work, and maybe do a little of her own, "Hey Sadire," she greeted warmly before taking a seat beside him and letting her own books float to the table and sit themselves down up it, "You want some help," she asked him, clearly indicating in her tone how willing she was to give him a hand, how happy she would be to do that. Lydia had helped him before and was keen to try again, to help him even more.
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