There were only three weeks left until finals. Tamblin met individually with Cascata, Susan, and Hannah once a week for the first two weeks. On the third week he met with each twice and had one group session. It didn't go as well as the individual tutoring but still better than their first study session. On top of that he attended classes regularly (even Herbology) and caught up on his own studies and homework.
By the Sunday before finals began, he was thoroughly exhausted, but also pleased with the progress all around. He'd not had the energy to go for any walks since his recovery from the incident with the cloak. Nor had he had much time to ponder Dumbledore's contention that he was different somehow and the implication that it might be related to his mother. Everything else would have to wait until exams were finished.
He knew he was up to the task of Charms and he suspected he would do well in Transfiguration. Professor McGonagal was stern, but seemed fair. Snape, on the other hand, seemed to favor his house heavily. More worrying was the part he played in making sure all the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws had Finis-dram to turn in. Snape might well take revenge for that slight.
Herbology was pretty much a lost cause. He thought he might barely squeeze a passing grade if he did quite well on the final, but it'd be a close thing. The girls had kindly offered to help him with the topic, but he just could not muster any interest in a subject that mostly involved wallowing in filth.
He figured Astronomy and History of Magic would be fine given his facility with rote memorization. Which just left Defense Against the Dark Arts. He knew the material and had practiced. He knew he should have felt as confident of that class as of Charms or Transfiguration but he didn't.
