February 19th, 1895 — Library, Back Corner
Thunk! Anne's head hit the book on the table in front of her a second before she not-screamed into the book, her displeasure swallowed by the old pages. Anne's hands went to her hair as she gave her forehead one more frustrated book-thump for good measure. "This is bloody impossible!" She groaned, her mini tantrum giving way to a pout. She was supposed to be finishing an essay for History of Magic, but the margins of her parchment were a mess of scrawling notes and scribbled out ideas. What did she care about history when she couldn't figure out her future?
"We have our OWLs in three months, and we have to pick our NEWTs before we come back in the fall. We can only continue with seven classes, which means l get to drop three, but I'm going to add Alchemy, so I really need to drop four, but I don't hate four classes!" To her credit, Anne kept her rant to an appropriate level for the library, but she still sounded like she was ready to flip the table they sat at. Dropping an overdramatic arm over her mess of notes and books, Anne whined, "Millie, I don't know what to do."
"We have our OWLs in three months, and we have to pick our NEWTs before we come back in the fall. We can only continue with seven classes, which means l get to drop three, but I'm going to add Alchemy, so I really need to drop four, but I don't hate four classes!" To her credit, Anne kept her rant to an appropriate level for the library, but she still sounded like she was ready to flip the table they sat at. Dropping an overdramatic arm over her mess of notes and books, Anne whined, "Millie, I don't know what to do."
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