"Miss Samuels, are you paying attention?" the Professor turned her attention to the dazed blonde.
"Um, yes," she stammered out.
"Then you would be able to tell me the spell to configure a feather into a cup."
The blonde mentally cursed herself.
"Feather to cup-rio?"
Students surrounding her snickered.
"Hm, see me after class," the Professor returned back to the front of the classroom.
The blonde groaned.
"You know if you paid more attention in class you wouldn't be failing," her partner commented.
The blonde held back a nasty remark from the exceeding brunette.
The blonde bit her lip.
"Class dismissed," escaped the Professor's lips, "Except for you Miss Samuels."
After the classroom was deserted the Professor sighed, "Felicity, you need to improve your grade. You're averaging a D, and you managed a T on your latest assignment, not to mention you didn't even bother to write it in ink."
Felicity bit her lip, "I'm sorry Professor. It's just really hard for me."
"Felicity, the teachers and I have noticed an ongoing pattern with your grades. The highest mark you've received this year is a P. If we don't see a change in behavior and studies we'll have no choice except to hold you back.
"N-no Professor. I can't be held back! I've worked so hard. Please, please," Felicity begged.
"Miss Samuels, we are doing all we can. You can try participating more and even paying attention."
Felicity exited the room silently.
Tears started to pour down her freckled face.
Felicity didn't bother going to dinner.
She headed back to her common room, straightening her red and gold tie.
She felt stares as she passed by her friends.
Some tried to reach out to her, but quietly pushed them away.
"Felly? Felly, what's wrong?" her best friend, Hermione Granger asked once she reached her dorm.
Felicity let out a loud sob before falling into the arms of her best friend.
"I'm so scared Hermy," she choked out.
Hermione looked at her best friend, sadness reflecting her emotions.
"It's not fair," she repeated until her eyes started to flutter.