chapter twenty-eight.

It's rained four days straight, which has got Filch going mad, all the students dying of boredom, and all the teachers assigning extra written work, since they don't think we'll being doing anything else because we can't go outside.

I sometimes wonder whether or not the weather is controlled here, because it always seems to work in favor of the teachers, I swear it does.

I don't mind the rain, but I do mind the work.

The library's so packed all the time now, it's nearly impossible to study properly. Harry, Ron and Hermione have offered to study with me, and I gladly accepted. Now I won't look so stupid trying to squeeze through people to get to a book.

Gran's sent me a letter with a bunch of chocolate with it. She says chocolate is brain food, and it'll give me energy to stay up and study more. She also says if I get expelled from Hogwarts for not passing my exams she's chucking me out to the streets of Diagon Alley because she doesn't want a fool in the family.

Oh, Gran, how I so miss your hilarious jokes.

Potions is probably the worst thing ever. Worse than being eaten by a cow, and I'm sure that's horrible.

'Longbottom, you've just earned the class an essay on Healing Potions, due Monday,' He said on one of his particularly nasty Fridays.

'But…why?' I asked stupidly. Stupidly in two ways, one, in the sense that I asked it like Crabbe or Goyle would; two, you don't ask Snape 'why'.

'Double the length, I'd say.' The class groaned. Some even growled at me.

With Exams three weeks away, this is really going to set me back in studying.