Who actually went to school to study?
Kobe gritted her teeth as she scratched out another paragraph of her potions essay, realizing that she was completely contradicting herself from the paragraph before. By the looks of it, she was going to have to start a brand new essay and that was going to take another seven plus hours, and this Hufflepuff really didn't have the patience for it.
Except she always remained seated until she was done. Hardworking, yes, but Kobe didn't have to like it or refuse to complain throughout the duration of it.
Which could prove annoying to her roommates and housemates, so she'd learned early on in her school career to take to the library to try and finish the more frustrating assignments. Far away from the librarian, too, who Kobe was sure had banned her from library at least ten times for noise. But, honestly. How could you ban a student from the student library? Well---no, there was that one time when Madam Pince actually refused to let Kobe in--around O.W.L.s time, but Professor Sprout had pulled some strings and gotten her in. Gotta love your head of house.
"That's it---" she threw down her quill and ran her hands over her face in defeat. She was just going to have to rewrite the damn thing, and hope it made sense. She was already hanging on by a thread in N.E.W.T.s Potions, this would probably just be the thing that cuts the bloody thing and sends her spiraling down into...well. Free time.
But she wanted this damn N.E.W.T.
Kobe gritted her teeth as she scratched out another paragraph of her potions essay, realizing that she was completely contradicting herself from the paragraph before. By the looks of it, she was going to have to start a brand new essay and that was going to take another seven plus hours, and this Hufflepuff really didn't have the patience for it.
Except she always remained seated until she was done. Hardworking, yes, but Kobe didn't have to like it or refuse to complain throughout the duration of it.
Which could prove annoying to her roommates and housemates, so she'd learned early on in her school career to take to the library to try and finish the more frustrating assignments. Far away from the librarian, too, who Kobe was sure had banned her from library at least ten times for noise. But, honestly. How could you ban a student from the student library? Well---no, there was that one time when Madam Pince actually refused to let Kobe in--around O.W.L.s time, but Professor Sprout had pulled some strings and gotten her in. Gotta love your head of house.
"That's it---" she threw down her quill and ran her hands over her face in defeat. She was just going to have to rewrite the damn thing, and hope it made sense. She was already hanging on by a thread in N.E.W.T.s Potions, this would probably just be the thing that cuts the bloody thing and sends her spiraling down into...well. Free time.
But she wanted this damn N.E.W.T.
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