"How are you at DADA?" Lucy asked Miss Lestrange as she settled down into her seat at the table they'd claimed for themselves. Exams began in a few short days, and while Lucy didn't think she was unduly stressed about them, she wanted to do well. Not all of her classes seemed terribly relevant to her future, but it was the principle of the thing, anyway.

"I think it's my worst subject," she went on. "I don't know why. The other subjects haven't given me this much trouble." It felt a bit like a puzzle she didn't have all the pieces for.

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