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(Open to all! OWL Students more than welcome to share the stress of the upcoming exams!)
It was the last week of classes. The last moment of adding new information to her already growing study guide. It was beyond pages that she wanted to count at this point, almost feeling as if she had written a book of information, she had learned throughout these five years. It still did not feel like enough. She sat in the library, her normal spot. The spot she had spent weeks upon weeks sitting, reading, staring, and well of course studying. But the time was coming to an end. She had the whole table full of her notes, which she knew was not great manners. But what else was she to do.
Her flashcards laid lined up according to year. Her study guide, the book basically that she had written onto parchment as neatly as possible, took up another rather large session. The rest of the table held all her textbooks. All twelve of the subjects there, for that was how many OWLs she had to take in the next week. Insanity. But there was no time to think about what was sane or not. She had to keep studying, keep learning. Her eyes grew tired. She had been here two hours already.
The Gryffindor girl pushed her brown hair out of her face as she leaned in closer to view the Arithmancy notes that she had taken this year. It was just so many numbers, the calculations were starting to blend together. "I never want to see another number again" Emmaline said to herself, not expecting anyone to hear. The library was packed already with frantic students.
It was the last week of classes. The last moment of adding new information to her already growing study guide. It was beyond pages that she wanted to count at this point, almost feeling as if she had written a book of information, she had learned throughout these five years. It still did not feel like enough. She sat in the library, her normal spot. The spot she had spent weeks upon weeks sitting, reading, staring, and well of course studying. But the time was coming to an end. She had the whole table full of her notes, which she knew was not great manners. But what else was she to do.
Her flashcards laid lined up according to year. Her study guide, the book basically that she had written onto parchment as neatly as possible, took up another rather large session. The rest of the table held all her textbooks. All twelve of the subjects there, for that was how many OWLs she had to take in the next week. Insanity. But there was no time to think about what was sane or not. She had to keep studying, keep learning. Her eyes grew tired. She had been here two hours already.
The Gryffindor girl pushed her brown hair out of her face as she leaned in closer to view the Arithmancy notes that she had taken this year. It was just so many numbers, the calculations were starting to blend together. "I never want to see another number again" Emmaline said to herself, not expecting anyone to hear. The library was packed already with frantic students.