- Messages
- 922
- OOC First Name
- Daphne
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Interested in Somebody
- Sexual Orientation
- Bi
- Wand
- 12 1/2 Inch Cherry Wand with Billywig Stinger Core
- Age
- 5/2035 (27)
Abian had been studying for the OWLs for what felt like an eternity now, but they were getting closer and he couldn't stop. He'd put too much effort into it now to give up, and knew he'd never forgive himself if he slacked off in the final weeks and got bad grades. He had always gotten pretty bad grades, but ever since he'd realized that he wanted to be a healer, Abian had been working as hard as he could to get them up. It had been a rough year for that reason, but he knew he only needed to try a little longer before he could relax during the break.
The thing about the OWLs that scared him the most was the fact that they covered everything from the past five years. This wouldn't be a huge problem, if Abian had tried a little harder in the previous years. Because he hadn't been the best student back then, he now needed to catch up a lot. The boy had found himself a comfortable place in the student lounge, and was looking over Potions stuff. He had memorized a lot of the potions they had made, knowing their ingredient lists as well as the way to prepare them fairly well. But one thing he kept stumbling over were the very basic facts about all those ingredients. He had remembered Professor Pendleton had made a song about it, and he used it now as he revised the ingredients for himself. Under his breath, he mumbled the song as his foot tapped along and his quill scratched over the parchment. If he did well on these exams, maybe he should thank Professor Pendleton. And maybe he should make a song about more things he had to learn, it was pretty helpful.
The thing about the OWLs that scared him the most was the fact that they covered everything from the past five years. This wouldn't be a huge problem, if Abian had tried a little harder in the previous years. Because he hadn't been the best student back then, he now needed to catch up a lot. The boy had found himself a comfortable place in the student lounge, and was looking over Potions stuff. He had memorized a lot of the potions they had made, knowing their ingredient lists as well as the way to prepare them fairly well. But one thing he kept stumbling over were the very basic facts about all those ingredients. He had remembered Professor Pendleton had made a song about it, and he used it now as he revised the ingredients for himself. Under his breath, he mumbled the song as his foot tapped along and his quill scratched over the parchment. If he did well on these exams, maybe he should thank Professor Pendleton. And maybe he should make a song about more things he had to learn, it was pretty helpful.