Luckily for Justice, fourth year examinations were far less pressing than the exams fifth years and seventh years were taking — not that such a notion stopped him from caring any less! He too was curled up in the corner of the Ravenclaw common room, quickly scribbling down notes he thought Professor Skeeter might ask on their Herbology examination. It was not his strongest subject, but that didn't mean he was necessarily bad at it; it merely took a few hours longer of studying to get the scores he was hoping for!

He didn't really believe most of Ravenclaw house was capable of failing when they put their minds to it, hence the snicker that left his mouth when Benjamin Turner — on of their house prefects — proclaimed he was doomed.

"You don't believe that, do you?" he chided, peeking up from behind the massive armrest that was hiding him from sight. "I mean, you're prefect. Prefects don't fail!"

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