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Post by zaragirard on Aug 3, 2012 14:45:27 GMT
 It was well past midnight, and Zara was still up, by the fireplace, forcing her tired not to close as she struggled to complete her Transfiguration essay. Why, why in the world did the assignments for Transfiguration require long essays? She couldn’t believe just how unbelievably hard it was for her to keep her eyes open even to just write one single word. “I swear, if Transfiguration wasn’t one of the subjects needed to become a Healer, I would’ve gladly dropped this subject long, long ago,” she muttered to herself through her gritted teeth. She couldn’t help it, Transfiguration was the one subject she just couldn’t bring herself like, or even understand, as much as she tried. And while she’d be gladly settled under her bed covers, probably reading a book or sleeping, she was down at the Common Room, burning the midnight oil just to complete one, pathetic essay. Yawning and moving so that she could stretched her limbs, Zara idly nibble on her sugar quill as she stared at the parchment, as if willing for the half-written essay to complete itself by magic. Merlin, why didn’t magic work the way she wanted it to at times like this?! She could really use an intelligent, Transfiguration-loving mind around her now. |
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Post by talls on Aug 7, 2012 13:11:37 GMT
Ferret sighed as she moved into the common room. Remus had been assigned more and more prefect duties lately, limiting their evenings together. That didn't stop her from going out to see him every so often, and dragging him inside a broom closet every so often. But her lack of evening cuddles were starting to get on her nerves. She was suspecting some unknown force was plotting against her. Stretching, she noticed a figure in a chair. A girl by the look of it. She looked over the chair and looked at the girl's essay. It was the Transfiguration essay due. The one she had finished on her down time soon after it was assigned. Transfiguration was her favorite subject for many reasons. She could do it well and it interested her, not just because of her own condition. At the moment, she was reading through 7th year material just for the hell of it. Looking down at the girl, she noticed it to be Zara, a girl in her year. "Stuck on something Zara?" she asked politely. "Need some help?" |
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Post by zaragirard on Aug 15, 2012 15:58:06 GMT
Zara's eyelids were losing their battle against her sleepy brain, and her head was slowly drooping as she decided that her sleep was more important than her assignment. That was when she heard the voice, and promptly jumped a little.
She looked around, only to see her classmate, Alice, standing before her. "Oh! Alice! Hi," she greeted her with a smile. "Yeah...stuck on Transfiguration...as usual," she grimaced, pointing to her unfinished essay with her sugar quill. She smiled at the girl when she asked if she needed any help. "Oh, I shouldn't keep you awake along with me, Alice. It's an ungodly hour to stay awake," she sighed.
Truth be told, she could really use some help. But she honestly didn't want to trouble Alice. Transfiguration is a complex subject, and to help someone with an essay on one of its topic at this hour...Merlin, it would be a torture.
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