Post by Evelyn Turner on Aug 30, 2016 12:12:12 GMT -5
Evelyn's marks had been slipping as of late. She was usually very studious, to the point it bothered her friends from time to time, but lately she had fallen victim to what her mother called "teenage drama." She had always gone through periods where she was more sociable than other times, but she had consistently been a good student and received high marks. Her mother still had her report cards from primary school hanging on the ice box, and referenced them frequently as she scolded Evelyn for receiving no higher than an Acceptable in any of her classes (and a Poor in one). It was a point of embarrassment for Evelyn, although she was almost positive from her mother's reactions that these grades somehow reflected how well she had taught Evelyn during her homeschooling before she began attending Hogwarts. Evelyn didn't know why she wasn't able to study as well as she had before. Her father blamed it on hormones, which made her groan with embarrassment and run into her bedroom, slamming the door. She could hear her father remark to her mother that her response "only proves my point." In addition to embarrassing conversations and periodic lectures on her marks, Evelyn had spent the majority of her last holiday on probation. She was only permitted to see her childhood friends once, and the rest of the time she was forced to study and do chores around the house. The latter was particularly cruel as her time at Hogwarts had gotten her accustomed to house elves cleaning up after her and magic to help out with the rest. She had forgotten how horrible it was to scrub the lavatory by hand.
After long, repetitive lectures from her mother (followed by a single slightly less repetitive, but still fairly long lecture from her father) Evelyn was reminded that her OWLS rather dismal last year, and that next year she had her NEWTS to worry about. This year was very important, and so she knew she needed to buckle down. She awoke early on a Saturday morning and prepared for her study session in the library. She levitated a rather large pile of books down to the Great Hall and grabbed a plate of toast and a glass of juice, before heading up to the library on the fourth floor.
The library, as expected on a Saturday morning, was relatively empty. A few Ravenclaws sat in a huddle to one side, and a Slytherin boy had built himself a wall of books on the other side. A few more students were sitting alone, separated from the others by piles of books or scrolls or bookbags. There was a soft hum of whispers, but overall the library was silent. There would be no "teenage drama" here today. Evelyn found an empty table and spread out her books into neat piles, organized by class. Atop each pile she placed a scroll for notes. She stared thoughtfully at the pile, deciding which subject to study first. She enjoyed Transfiguration and History of Magic, but her marks were the worst in Care of Magical Creatures. She decided the latter was the way to start. She pulled her pile of magical creature books close and moved the scroll off to the side. They had been learning about bowtruckles in class, so with a flick of her wand the book snapped open and the pages instantly turned to the chapter entitled Bowtruckles: Insectivores.
Such a creative title, Evelyn thought as she rolled her eyes. She propped her elbow up on the table and rested her chin in her hand. Sighing, she began reading about the bowtruckle's favorite food (spoiler alert: it's gnats). She settled in for a productive day of studying.
After long, repetitive lectures from her mother (followed by a single slightly less repetitive, but still fairly long lecture from her father) Evelyn was reminded that her OWLS rather dismal last year, and that next year she had her NEWTS to worry about. This year was very important, and so she knew she needed to buckle down. She awoke early on a Saturday morning and prepared for her study session in the library. She levitated a rather large pile of books down to the Great Hall and grabbed a plate of toast and a glass of juice, before heading up to the library on the fourth floor.
The library, as expected on a Saturday morning, was relatively empty. A few Ravenclaws sat in a huddle to one side, and a Slytherin boy had built himself a wall of books on the other side. A few more students were sitting alone, separated from the others by piles of books or scrolls or bookbags. There was a soft hum of whispers, but overall the library was silent. There would be no "teenage drama" here today. Evelyn found an empty table and spread out her books into neat piles, organized by class. Atop each pile she placed a scroll for notes. She stared thoughtfully at the pile, deciding which subject to study first. She enjoyed Transfiguration and History of Magic, but her marks were the worst in Care of Magical Creatures. She decided the latter was the way to start. She pulled her pile of magical creature books close and moved the scroll off to the side. They had been learning about bowtruckles in class, so with a flick of her wand the book snapped open and the pages instantly turned to the chapter entitled Bowtruckles: Insectivores.
Such a creative title, Evelyn thought as she rolled her eyes. She propped her elbow up on the table and rested her chin in her hand. Sighing, she began reading about the bowtruckle's favorite food (spoiler alert: it's gnats). She settled in for a productive day of studying.