What is happening to me? Have I lost all interest in living? Books, ink, parchment are all I desire. Classes seem to run all day and into the night. I dream of words, spells, wands and deadly creatures. In the morning when I stir from my slumber, I see the dark mark on the ceiling, glowing green and moving all over the place. When I wake, I realize a neighbor has died. Only a few feet away from my tiny room in the village. I want to cry but I must gather my books and run to the floo, not to be late for my first class of the day.

In the afternoon, we all gather in a small group, at a muggle cafe. We have our books with us and we whisper to each other about who died the night before and about a new hex that may help fight off several death eaters. We then laugh at a joke and then become embarrassed that we are having fun. One of us looks at the clock and we run towards the Ministry building. We are late but feel better. We are fed and watered. Now we are back in class and it all starts again.

Later in the evening, I sit alone in the library at the ministry. It is very late but I want to complete my parchment for the following day. My eyes blur and I rest my head on the large book in front of me for only a minute. I wake up, I see the glowing green dark mark above me and I scream. I am now awake and it is morning. I slept in the library all night and completed nothing.

Later, I am crying in the bathroom. I cannot stop, not even when Mr. Moody comes in and yells at me.

This is the life of an Auror student.