the one where people can get in a thread Who: Tracey, OPEN What: Studying, Frustration, and Whatever else. When: Sunday evening Where: The Library Warnings: None, yet. Status: Open
Tracey told herself, as she combed a hand through tousled tresses, that she was just stressed out about the Potions exam. Her marks were high, sure, but that wasn't the point. The point was perfection, right? Wrong. Sure, she had always studied and excelled in school, but that was more or less because it had just...happened. She had never really pushed herself in her schoolwork. She just made sure she got it all done, and the marks fell where they may.
But after the owl she had received from her father, Tracey felt on edge. For more than just the obvious reasons that had been brought up in his letter. She wasn't close to her parents, by any stretch, and she wanted it to stay that way. But perhaps a little bit of feigned interest would have worked on her better than skewed logic.
She couldn't focus on the far future, not yet. But she could focus on getting a decent grade on an exam she wasn't prepared for. Merlin. If she couldn't succeed in getting more information out of these books, then it would be an all nighter in the dungeons, for sure.