Arithmancy Aggravation

April 10th, 1888 — Hufflepuff Common Room

The worst part of Arithmancy was the homework. She found herself, each evening, taking up a table in the Hufflepuff common room with her book open, two seperate pieces of parchment spread before her, an open ink-bottle at her side and quill in hand. The sheet of parchment to her left was covered in sporadic writing, clearly where she was working out the project's specifics, while the right-hand sheet was neat and untouched.

And Mozelle was muttering to herself in Spanish, murmuring quiet words of frustration at the subject. Coursework was easy enough to endure...homework, on the other hand, was a nightmare all its own. So here she sat, scrawling complexities before she began working out the precise nature of the essay, muttering to herself.

Luce Faucher-De Loncrey

Hogwarts still felt so new to Luce. Even with all of the months she had spent there. Second year would be easier, she just knew it. Then she would know her fellow students a bit better, and she would be at least a bit familiar with the classes. Homework was not fun. Though some of it was easy, she did start to get tired after a long time of looking at the seemingly endless pages of the books.

It was even harder for the young Hufflepuff, being that it was in a language that she did not like very well. Preferring her natural French over English, it became quite tedious to have to use English as often as she did. But when she heard a language that she was not as familiar with, she perked up a little. Looking up from her homework, she smiled lightly at the older Hufflepuff that was speaking in a language that wasn't English. Even this language sounded better to Luce.

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