He was going to have to focus. That was really the root of his problem, wasn't it? He'd never been good at paying attention in class, whether that meant whispering with nearby students or doodling in his notebooks. He was going to have to start paying attention; he'd put half the professors in the hospital wing with heart attacks, for sure.
"I think I can get by in most of the required classes," he explained. He'd done some reading—shocker—in the past few days, and knew that healers generally required five NEWTs. He could do well in Defence Against the Dark Arts and Charms, manage at least an E in Transfiguration with some help from Sloane and the others, add a specialized class to get him out of doing Herbology... but then there was Potions. That was the real beast he had to wrangle. "I just don't know how I'm going to do well in all of them at the same time, you know?" By mid-May he'd be an emotional disaster, he was sure.
"I think I can get by in most of the required classes," he explained. He'd done some reading—shocker—in the past few days, and knew that healers generally required five NEWTs. He could do well in Defence Against the Dark Arts and Charms, manage at least an E in Transfiguration with some help from Sloane and the others, add a specialized class to get him out of doing Herbology... but then there was Potions. That was the real beast he had to wrangle. "I just don't know how I'm going to do well in all of them at the same time, you know?" By mid-May he'd be an emotional disaster, he was sure.
