Study Habits

Challenge #18—This is Just a Test

Harry was curled up in a warm, plush, Gryffindor armchair that he had pulled up close to the fire, a heavy, tattered book open in his lap. He was chewing the end of a sugar quill, running his eyes quickly down the pages in front of him, occasionally pausing to underline a sentence or two.

Typical Harry, preparing for his O.W.L.s.

Suddenly, Hermione burst through the portrait hole, looking haggard and quite sleep-deprived. Harry swore she said something about chickens and marmalade as she rushed by, arms full of notes, heading for her room.

Typical Hermione, preparing for her O.W.L.s.