It was rarely a struggle to tutor other Hufflepuffs. Most were relatively friendly and easy enough to work with, and the first years were usually particularly eager to learn. Now approaching her seventh year, she'd finally gained the confidence to be the first to offer to help... assuming help was needed in a subject she'd thoroughly studied. Only taking three classes left her with a lot of time on her hands—time that, if not spent studying, was dedicated to fulfilling her prefect duties or club activities.

"So tell me... Miss O'Malley," she said, sifting through her stack of supplies in search of an unblemished piece of parchment. It always helped to have a clean sheet; it made her want to look at her notes more, and she suspected it would help the little redhead. "What part of History do you struggle with? The readings? The essays? Or is the comprehension itself?" She tried not to judge, but she held the intrinsic belief that all the heavy-reading classes were difficult for the poorer students. They couldn't possibly have had the same exposure to book that she'd had.

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