Exam stress
As it approached midnight the common room, an alarming about of seventh years were still cluttering the various tables. N.E.W.T.s were upon them. In a corner table, barely visible through stacks of text books and rolls of parchment, sat Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Harry Potter. After days of constant revision and their most formidable exam (potions) looming, the stress was beginning to show. As Harry sat there he thought to himself 'How on earth did Hermione convince me this much revision would do me good?'.
Hermione was still reading avidly through her notes, further condensing them, and rapidly chanting potion ingredients under her breath. Harry and Ron however, sat with a glazed look staring at the text books in front of them, blankly.
'Maybe' Harry began formulating in this mind 'if I continually smash my head against this here wall, the properties of knotgrass will suddenly become clear to me. At the very least it will relieve the boredom, and may injury enough to be excused from the remaining exams.' Not that either Ron or Hermione would notice if Harry suddenly decided to shatter his skull right in front of them. Judging by his appearance Ron had mastered sleeping with his eyes closed. Hermione's ink stained nose would only show from a book if anyone made to leave to bed, in which case they received an irritable glare and a lecture on the importance of revision.
Sighing, Harry lowered his head onto his arms and tried to continue reading 'Essential Ingredients for the armature brewer'. Each sentence that he ran his eyes over ran out of his head the very next moment. This is utterly useless… he determined, before closing his eyes and becoming lulled by Hermione's murmur of gibberish.
I know how Harry's feeling. My head feels like it's going to burst with the ammount of AS Maths revison it's had crammed in. Just thought I'd write a little ficlet to vent some frustration. Please review XD