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George Waterford · May 21, 2018 – 2:24 PM

May 21st, 1888; Breakfast Time — Hogwarts Library

"...and a bezoar can serve as an antidote to most poisons as well," George recited quietly to herself at a large table in the library. "A bezoar is a 'stone' taken from the stomach of a goat which sounds utterly disgusting ugh."

The Ravenclaw's face scrunched up in distaste just as her stomach made a loud, hungry grumble of protest at having not been fed yet. With today marking the first day of end-of-year exams, the third year had assumed time would better be spent with last minute cramming than cramming her face full of food, but every passing gurgle of her belly made George question the sense of this decision.

"Do you think it's too late to run off and become a muggle if I fail my examinations?" George half asked, half whined to a student across the table. "Surely no university would care that I don't know the recipe for a sleeping draught by heart!"

He/Him/His by those around her.
She/Her/Hers OOC and in her own narration.

Sisse Thompsett · May 21, 2018 – 2:40 PM

Already the end of term had approached, final exams loomed over the castle with the promise of Summer holiday teasing tantalizingly after them. Sisse for her part was quite unsure how to feel about all this. Both about exams and about and summer holiday. It felt as if she had only just arrived at Hogwarts and now to be leaving for the summer she was left completely baffled as to where the school year had vanished to. Studying on the other hand was something she was completed tired of and ready for a reprieve from the task. The task, however, had to be completed and would be within the next few days.

Typically on Sundays Sisse would scramble to complete assignments with her fellow classmates, having held off for the earlier part of the weekend. This Sunday’s exception had been that instead of papers she was pouring over her textbooks trying to make the information stay. But after a full day in the library Sisse was still terrified that the information had leaked out of her mind in her sleep and had hastily departed for the library when she had awaken in the morning. She’d asked Sloane to grab her a pastry and made her way to the library.

Few students appeared to have taken this approach of skipping breakfast to study but Sisse had found Mr. Waterford studying at a table and had settled down to pour over her magical theory textbook. The two of them having formed a sort of unspoken friendliness since they had been suck on the stairs together this winter. Sisse didn’t mind that the boy was muttering to himself, instead she found it soothing. She didn’t care anything for third year potions and while she didn’t care for magical theory either, at least she felt like she knew more of that than whatever Mr. Waterford was saying.

Sisse was nose deep in a section about wands when Mr. Waterford stated something in frustration. She looked up at him, blinking as she focused on what he said instead of her own panicked studying. “It may be. But I really doubt you will. You seem to have memorized an awful lot.” Sisse tried to console with a smile. Afterall, Mr. Waterford was in Ravenclaw and this seemed as good a reason as any to not fail the exams to come.