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Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests
This is what she has been preparing all the seventeen years of her life. Maybe she has not prepared for this specific one for the entire seventeen years, but this is what she has been waiting for. This is either going to make or break her. Others may not care, but she obviously does. Her entire career depended on it. This is her future; she is not going to muddle it up now.
As she walks into the examination hall, her hands begin to tremble. She starts to force her brain back onto the materials she has studied. Internally, she matches each specific term with its respective definitions. She makes sure she has gotten all the historical dates paired up with the relating historical figures.
She feels someone's hand resting gently on her shoulder. She turns her head nervously, still trying to do some last-minute memorization. Her eyes meet another pair, the latter in a calm emerald. She is still shaking. She attempts to think back to her color-coded notes with no avail. There is no way she can concentrate, not when the exams are this close!
"Relax! You're going to do well; we all know it. After all, you're most likely the only one who studied out of all the Seventh Years," he tells her, smiling warmly. 'How can he be so. carefree at a time like this?' was all she could think of. Yes, he has defeated one of the most feared wizards. Over, and over, and over, and over again. But. this was more terrifying than facing the Avada Kedavra curse!
The two take their seats. She manages a glance around the hall. Here, she sees one of her housemates chewing his quill. There, she spots another dipping furiously into the inkbottle. It took her a while, but she eventually gathered up enough courage to look at the parchment Professor McGonagall has placed on her desk. Suddenly, she begins to relax. She reminds herself that she knows everything. She reminds herself that Harry is right.
She reminds herself of who she is: she is Hermione Granger.
Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests
This is what she has been preparing all the seventeen years of her life. Maybe she has not prepared for this specific one for the entire seventeen years, but this is what she has been waiting for. This is either going to make or break her. Others may not care, but she obviously does. Her entire career depended on it. This is her future; she is not going to muddle it up now.
As she walks into the examination hall, her hands begin to tremble. She starts to force her brain back onto the materials she has studied. Internally, she matches each specific term with its respective definitions. She makes sure she has gotten all the historical dates paired up with the relating historical figures.
She feels someone's hand resting gently on her shoulder. She turns her head nervously, still trying to do some last-minute memorization. Her eyes meet another pair, the latter in a calm emerald. She is still shaking. She attempts to think back to her color-coded notes with no avail. There is no way she can concentrate, not when the exams are this close!
"Relax! You're going to do well; we all know it. After all, you're most likely the only one who studied out of all the Seventh Years," he tells her, smiling warmly. 'How can he be so. carefree at a time like this?' was all she could think of. Yes, he has defeated one of the most feared wizards. Over, and over, and over, and over again. But. this was more terrifying than facing the Avada Kedavra curse!
The two take their seats. She manages a glance around the hall. Here, she sees one of her housemates chewing his quill. There, she spots another dipping furiously into the inkbottle. It took her a while, but she eventually gathered up enough courage to look at the parchment Professor McGonagall has placed on her desk. Suddenly, she begins to relax. She reminds herself that she knows everything. She reminds herself that Harry is right.
She reminds herself of who she is: she is Hermione Granger.