January 23rd, 1895; Evening — Hogwarts Library
Harmony Gambol was not exactly studied in business, but even she knew one did not give away product for free. In this case, though it was not exactly common knowledge, the product was her brain and all it contained.
This, however, was for her benefit in another way: the Ravenclaw had begun to fret about the examinations that would end the term—and her time at Hogwarts—and did not study well in isolation. Write an essay? Sure. Learn a new charm? Fine. Studying, though, had always been something the seventh year found required others off of which to bounce ideas (usually her own; they were quite good) and Ottaline, for all her virtues, had not shared in Fran's urgence to begin preparing for the N.E.W.T.s.
And so the redhead had rather branched out.
The first week had been just Franny and Abraxas Crabbe who, while kind and bright, did have a habit of going off on tangents that were not exactly helpful. Fortunately, he had... quidditch? Chess club? Misadventures? It was not altogether important, but he was not here to serve as a distraction from the mission. His place had been taken by others, and so the Ravenclaw was not presently in isolation, though whether she had traded up or down still remained to be seen.
"I've materials for most courses," she offered, gesturing to the bag she had placed upon the table. In it, Franny had tucked rolls of parchment for each of the subjects in which she was enrolled—it was not a small number—each blackened with notes. She was nothing if not thorough, after all. "My intention, though, was to focus this evening on either ancient studies or herbology—unless anyone has anything more pressing?"
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