January 22nd, 1886
@'Jalek Dronul'
It seemed ridiculous to Amber that Professor Swott would assign tests rather than a hands-on approach to studying for N.E.W.Ts. It was all unnecessary busy work, in her opinion -- something that only further solidified her belief that all professors simply shelved out work just because they could -- and she reasoned that, instead of wasting her time conducting a thorough research on the material, she could learning how to cast them. A skill she felt was a lot more important than answering a few silly questions on a test, but no, that didn’t seem to mean much to him (the fact that his previous occupation made him qualified enough to know what would most likely be on the test didn’t even register in her brain), and so now Amber -- along with Nova, of course, because the two were practically inseparable -- found herself sat in the corner of the school’s vast library, surrounded by various Transfiguration textbooks and feeling more than a little peeved.
“Ugh, my hand is starting to cramp,” Amber complained to Nova, a slight whine evident in her voice as she threw her quill down onto the table, taking a moment to flex her fingers and massage her wrist, “and I swear I feel like I’ve repeated myself a thousand times already! I don’t know how else to explain how the spells are cast; it’s all the same process, just a matter of having a focused concentration and knowing the proper wand movement. It’s not that hard!” Amber rolled her eyes, a huff of exasperation escaping her. They could be practicing tea leaves right now or making plans for tomorrow’s Hogsmeade trip if it weren’t for these pointless tests, and yes, she supposed that she was being rather dramatic about it, but nothing grated on her nerves more than to have to work on something simply for the sake of getting it done.
With another sigh, Amber once again took up her quill, praying that the time spent complete these examinations would not prove fruitless, and was about to say as much to Nova -- though perhaps in more discontented terms -- before the sound of approaching footsteps and a voice broke through her concentration, and she looked up at the intruder prepared to say that the empty seat at the table was taken (when it really wasn't) before she noticed who it was and closed her mouth again. While she didn’t know much about Mr. Dronul, other than that he was in the same house and only a year below herself (and vaguely recalling that he enjoyed Quidditch; had he been friends with August?), he was her superior in social class and wealth, and if she ever wanted to move within that crowd as well someday, then she most certainly couldn’t be rude to one of them -- no matter who it was!
“Mr. Dronul,” she greeted in what she hoped was a pleasant tone, once again placing her quill to the side along with all of her aggravation for the time being, “is there something can we do for you?” She side-eyed Nova, who was looking at Mr. Dronul with some interest, though Amber couldn’t tell whether it was positive or negative, though didn’t dwell on it as she turned her eyes back on the dark-haired boy, waiting for him to speak.
@'Jalek Dronul'
It seemed ridiculous to Amber that Professor Swott would assign tests rather than a hands-on approach to studying for N.E.W.Ts. It was all unnecessary busy work, in her opinion -- something that only further solidified her belief that all professors simply shelved out work just because they could -- and she reasoned that, instead of wasting her time conducting a thorough research on the material, she could learning how to cast them. A skill she felt was a lot more important than answering a few silly questions on a test, but no, that didn’t seem to mean much to him (the fact that his previous occupation made him qualified enough to know what would most likely be on the test didn’t even register in her brain), and so now Amber -- along with Nova, of course, because the two were practically inseparable -- found herself sat in the corner of the school’s vast library, surrounded by various Transfiguration textbooks and feeling more than a little peeved.
“Ugh, my hand is starting to cramp,” Amber complained to Nova, a slight whine evident in her voice as she threw her quill down onto the table, taking a moment to flex her fingers and massage her wrist, “and I swear I feel like I’ve repeated myself a thousand times already! I don’t know how else to explain how the spells are cast; it’s all the same process, just a matter of having a focused concentration and knowing the proper wand movement. It’s not that hard!” Amber rolled her eyes, a huff of exasperation escaping her. They could be practicing tea leaves right now or making plans for tomorrow’s Hogsmeade trip if it weren’t for these pointless tests, and yes, she supposed that she was being rather dramatic about it, but nothing grated on her nerves more than to have to work on something simply for the sake of getting it done.
With another sigh, Amber once again took up her quill, praying that the time spent complete these examinations would not prove fruitless, and was about to say as much to Nova -- though perhaps in more discontented terms -- before the sound of approaching footsteps and a voice broke through her concentration, and she looked up at the intruder prepared to say that the empty seat at the table was taken (when it really wasn't) before she noticed who it was and closed her mouth again. While she didn’t know much about Mr. Dronul, other than that he was in the same house and only a year below herself (and vaguely recalling that he enjoyed Quidditch; had he been friends with August?), he was her superior in social class and wealth, and if she ever wanted to move within that crowd as well someday, then she most certainly couldn’t be rude to one of them -- no matter who it was!
“Mr. Dronul,” she greeted in what she hoped was a pleasant tone, once again placing her quill to the side along with all of her aggravation for the time being, “is there something can we do for you?” She side-eyed Nova, who was looking at Mr. Dronul with some interest, though Amber couldn’t tell whether it was positive or negative, though didn’t dwell on it as she turned her eyes back on the dark-haired boy, waiting for him to speak.
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