Who: Fabian & Hannah What: Exams start tomorrow and stress levels are high When: Sunday evening Where: The library Rating: TBD Status: Closed, incomplete
If things had been bad before, they were getting worse now. Hannah was close to hyperventilating earlier that day, thinking about all the classes she still needed to study for. She knew she needed to breathe, calm down, take everything one step at a time. But she couldn't help but let her mind wander and get the best of her. What if the flunked Potions? Then she wouldn't be able to get an advanced Potions class (was she mental for even considering it?) next year. While Potions may not have been her favorite subject, she knew if she was able to get decent, if not high marks on her NEWTs, the world was her oyster. She wouldn't find it hard to get a job and knowing that she wound up working at the Leaky Cauldron, she was determined to do something more with her life. Not that waitressing was bad, but she felt like she could do more.
If only she could concentrate.
The library had been her home for the past couple of days. Bran had come a few times to check in on her, but all of his requests and pleading had fallen on deaf ears. Hannah felt if she stayed in the library, it would continue to provide an environment she could study in. If she could only listen to the rationale side of her mind, she needed to get out and get a breath of fresh air. But Bran left with a frazzled looking Hannah still pouring over books and a mess of parchment around her.
When she felt someone else come up to the desk later Sunday evening, she was close to a breaking point. She knew that her first exam was in less than 15 hours, but she didn't feel any more ready for it than when she had first come into the library on Friday. She didn't even bother to look up, figuring it was Bran with another attempt to get her to leave.
"I'm studying Bran," she said, her head darting from one book to another, jotting down a note on a crumpled piece of parchment. There were multiple things crossed out and ink blotted, but she kept writing. "I'll get something to eat in a little bit, I promise." Her stomach betrayed her as she heard it rumble, telling her that the last time she had eaten was earlier that morning.